Controlled Chaos
My voice is loud and clear for everyone wearing our communication devices.
"Yep."
"Yeah."
"Roger."
"Careful."
"Go time."
"Affirmative."
"Correct."
"Yes."
"That's what she said. I'm always in position. Heh."
"..."
I was looking at a tablet displaying different feeds of the place we would be hitting. I heard the flood of responses from the different teams I assigned to different places. The sound is crisp and clear and I could easily identify which voice came from who from the earpiece. I made a very deep breath and I could hear that everyone else instinctively did the same thing.
"Alright. Send it out." I said.
"Roger." Thomas said.
A few moments later, three beat-up sedans came into view, making their way towards the highway that is between South Supermarket and People's Park. The windows and the windshield are tinted heavily and it eventually made its way in moderate speed. The vehicles would sometimes bump to small obstacles as if a drunk person was driving it.