—FORTY-FOUR— “Sierra Three, do you still have a visual on the building?” Whitcomb asked. “Affirmative TOC. Negative on your boy. Some disturbance around the front entrance. I believe he is inside,” the sniper replied. “Damn it, Jack,” Greg said under his breath. He checked his map on the wall. It was covered in grease pencil markings, indicating the location of all his people. His decision was basically made for him. He keyed the mic in his hand. “Sierra Three, maintain position and observe those windows. Bravo team, abort search for the senator and move to Holiday Inn DC. Secure a perimeter, no one in or out. Send three men to the seventh floor and locate Jack. Buster! All other units hold your positions. Acknowledge.” He threw the mic down on the table in disgust. “How the hell did Jack end up alone?” he asked the room. “Never mind. Call the DC police and inform them what’s going on. Get some help with the perimeter.” He picked up the mic and began answering the units acknowledging his orders.
