Radio Check has overmatched the police in planning and intelligence, attacking the primary goal with efficient planning and execution. Radio check has assaulted the dispatch center, the never center of everything police, EMS and fire
Chapter 8. Dispatch
Stepping out of the air-return shaft, he pressed a button in his pocket.
Little more than a car door remote.
Above, in the ventilation duct, an electronic board received his signal, inflating the folded square of cloth that tightly fit inside the plenum, blocking all fresh air from being delivered to the lower floors, becoming an effective cork.
The intruder gently rolled two smoke canisters to each end of the hallway and pressed the button on a spray can, deploying a vapor that smelled like melting plastic.
A dispatcher that was questioning the radio traffic, was turning to her supervisor to say there was something wrong when she saw smoke and smelled wires burning.
As one, the dispatchers all stood up and made for the smoke-filled hallway.
Suddenly blocked by a man in a mask and leather jacket.
“No fire, just attention-getter. Please, everyone lay down.”
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