The marine air was generating a cool mist, and DeMario was glad for the warmth of the body armor. Music emanated from a band playing in the nearby microbrewery. Keying the mike of his radio, he spoke softly and efficiently. “Coastie, I have spotted an observer on top of the building supply warehouse overlooking the gate on Market Street. He is hardly moving.”
“DM, I got one over here watching the gate on Martin Luther King Way. How do we tell who they work for?
Derek, who had been listening, in keyed his mike. “They seem to know about the FBI video cameras. They are avoiding them.”
Pete joined in. “I’ve got you both beat! There seems to be a fight in progress on the building overlooking the Jefferson Street gate. Holy cow! Someone just fell from the roof.”
They then heard Derek’s voice crackle in again. “We got some of that last one on the video cameras! It looked like a three on two knife fight! It seems that some of the fighting has already started.”
DeMario’s voice came on the air. “Everything looks calm again from down here on the street level. Which side won that one?”
