The Big Thaw - Donald Harstad [116]
“Totally secure?”
“Absolutely. Programmed to a different code every time, downloaded before each operation. No duplicates. You can even say ‘fuck’ on these and the FCC won’t ever know.” He grinned broadly.
I was sorely tempted, but decided not to push my luck. I’ve always hated being first.
I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed this, but in a law enforcement crisis situation, there are cops at two general locations. One is for management, and it always has the same general features: warm, dry, and a place to take a leak. The other is for the nonmanagement folks at the pointy end, and tends to be cold, wet, and a mile from relief. It’s just the way of things, I guess. There’s an added dimension with long-term situations. Management always manages to find chairs and couches. The pointy end gets to stand in the rain, or lie in the snow. As we were setting things up in Hester’s office, I thought about that.
“You know, guys, I sure feel sorry for those poor bastards gonna be out in the weather …”
Anyway, we all moved into the area of the Beauregard in ones and twos, over a period of a couple of hours. Easy to do, since the gambling operation produced the only consistent, large crowd in the county. By midnight, we’d been set for nearly an hour.
Everybody checked in on the scrambled radio, and we sat down to wait for Gabriel’s Operation Just Cash to begin.
In a leap of originality, the call sign for the Command Post was “CP.” Well, you want everybody to be clear, and we hadn’t had time to do any better. At the CP were gathered Volont, George, Hester, Art, Sally, and me.
We had designated the five likely banks as Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, and Echo. Keep it simple, like they say. The observation points were numbered for each site. Very easy, as Frieberg was designated “Alpha,” and was the only one with more than one observation point.
Alpha 1 was located on the roof of a two-story commercial building across the street from the Frieberg bank. There were two FBI TAC people there. The advantage of this location was that it provided a clear shot down the alley behind the bank. They had been instructed to vacate their location at first light, and to return after sundown. They could be seen from the bridge approach in the daylight, and we didn’t want them compromised. They would remain in the building, and if something went down, they could be back on the roof in less than a minute.
Alpha 2 was in a vacant second-floor apartment, in the rear of a building diagonally across the alley from the bank. There were four TAC officers there. They had the best view through the drive-up teller’s glass booth, and were able to see about a third of the interior of the bank, with a partial view of the bottom of the vault door. They could also cover part of the alley. If something started, two of them would exit the building, and take up positions behind a four-foot concrete wall that divided the alley from the rear lawn of the building, and enabled them to engage the general area of the bank from ground level.
Alpha 3 was in the residence of a Frieberg police officer. The two TAC officers assigned that location were in a bedroom on the second floor. It was about half a block from the bank, and in an elevated position about ten feet up the bluff that paralleled the river. Access was via a steep stair. Their view was of the front of the bank, and they were only able to see a small part of the interior due to their height. If necessary, they could reposition themselves, but it would take time, and they would be out of sight of the bank for a period of time before they could reach the secondary position along a retaining wall. That was a bad location, anyway, as they were exposed on their left.
Alpha Mobile was an older van, parked at the edge of the lot belonging to the convenience store across the street and to the west of the bank. Again, two TAC officers were there. Plainclothes, they were considered critical for daylight operations, as they could see much of the interior of the bank, and both exits.