When Deacon’s house was shot up by gang bangers ordered by a high power, everyone at SWAT was pissed. Pissed that this had happened, pissed the CIA wouldn’t give up the suspect since they worked with him for intel on bullshit, pissed they didn’t know what to do, pissed beyond belief.

But, at about 2AM, when Luca, Deacon, Hondo and Tan were talking in the kitchen over coffee, Hondo had an idea. Hondo had a special weapon that overruled the CIA.

You. You and Hondo served in the Marines together and you went on to become a Lieutenant Colonel in the Special Forces. And by god, you loved to pull rank. So Hondo called you and you were on your way.

Half an hour later, Hondo, Deacon, Street, Tan, Chris and Luca were all watching about twenty solider dressed head to toe in tactical gear, just like the SWAT team would, but you had so much more skills.

“Which one is your friend?” Chris asked, a smile on her face as she looked for you, expecting for you to be at the back.

“The one leading them.” Hondo answered smugly, a smirk on his face as he watched you.