S.W.A.T.

By Eric Jadallah

My team gets ready to drop onto the roof. S.W.A.T. agents are suppose to be ready for anything but I don’t know. I have never handled a situation like this before and if they notice the captain of their team isn’t completely sure they might freak out.
“How you feeling captain?” Asked Carton with the same intent as if this mission was just another stupid bank robber. But it wasn’t and I choked at the thought of what a joker impersonator will do. I just hope he didn’t see The Dark Knight.
“Fine, lets rock and roll” I said trying to cover up my cowardliness jumping out and sliding down the cold hard rope in my sweaty gloves. I fell off at the very end of the line and listened as my teammates laughed at me. We S.W.A.T. were supposed to make look like I fell into jello. But the nervousness rattled my body and made it a bone-crushing drop.
“Get up Merell, we got a job to do!” Said Christopher, or as we call him Christmas. He gave villains “presents” more than the rest of us. He pulled me up and I brushed myself off as we went over to the staircase door. Chills went up and down my spine and I felt like throwing up. We slowly opened the door and went down the staircase. We watched as the joker impersonator took his mask off to get a drink of water. It was my old teammate, Jack…