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had never seen anything comparable, there had to be thirty women huddled in a fifteen by fifteen concrete room. Upon further inspection, she realized some of them were children, doubtless no more than fourteen or fifteen years old. The realization appalled her.
Putting on a mask of professionalism to hide her shock, she approached the youngest of the girls. “Estás seguro.” She gently guided two girls toward the door. “You are safe.” Once they were settled with the EMTs, she hurried back inside. Together the team and the agents hustled the rest of the women out of the cellar until they lined the sidewalk in front of the house where troopers and EMTs attended to them.
Jacobs stood beside her. “You did well today.”
“Nothing about this day was good.”
“It was a clean shot.”
“I know.”
“There may be trouble.”
“I figured.”
“Just remember, it was a proper shooting.”
“I will.”
“You still want to be part of SWAT?”
“From what I understand most of SWAT work ends peacefully without loss of life.”
“It does.”
“I’d like to stay, so I can see that happen.”
“Glad to hear it. You’ll make a fine addition to our team. I’m pulling for you.”
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