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    They joined the other FBI agents in the living room. One man was taking pictures of the ISIS flag, while a female officer dusted the kitchen counters for prints. Outside, police were running yellow tape around the yard while three Homeland Security agents, just showing up and dressed like Secret Service men, approached the house and strolled right inside.
    “Look who finally wants to get in on the action,” Patterson said to Craig while signaling out the door.
    From the kitchen, Craig looked up as the men walked into the house. “This is our scene, and I don’t care what they say.”
    He leaned closer to Patterson, talking into his ear. “And let me tell you something else. I think that man in the bathroom wanted me to shoot him. None of these men wanted to be caught. They would have preferred to die, had we used lethal force.”
    “If that’s true, I bet he’s rethinking the decision now on a gimpy leg,” Patterson said.
    The Homeland officials paced around the living room and looked up at the ISIS flag above them.
    “Agent Davis, can we have a word?” A blond-haired man with a thirtyish baby face and sunglasses looked over impatiently.
    Craig held up his index finger, signaling them to wait. “The answers are here, Patterson. Somewhere. We're missing one suspect.”
    “Maybe we're not searching well enough,” Patterson said.
    “I don’t know, but keep your eyes open.”
    Patterson continued his search through the kitchen, the cabinets, and the pantry as other agents again searched the rooms, hall closet, and everywhere else.
    Craig approached the Homeland group in the living room.
    “Good work, Agent Davis,” the blond man said, smiling through his sunglasses. He was flanked by two stern-faced men who remained quiet. Blondie was the deputy assistant to the Homeland director, Alfie Jenkins, of whom Craig was not a fan.
    “Thanks for helping us out,” Patterson muttered, walking by.
    “Pardon me?” Jenkins said.
    Craig turned to him. “Nothing, nothing. The bust went well, Deputy Jenkins. However, this house needs an extensive search. There's still another one out there.”
    “I heard you shot one of the suspects in the leg.”
    Craig nodded. “He rushed. I was perfectly within bounds to defend myself.”
    “Careful,” Jenkins said, patting him on the shoulder. “You’re sounding a little defensive there.”
    “This operation isn’t over,” Craig said. “We’re still looking for one more.”
    “Interesting,” Jenkins said. With that, he turned to walk away, taking a quick glance at the large ISIS flag hanging on the wall. Jenkins called to his men as he walked out the busted front door.
    “Wait!” Craig said, chasing after them. “Where are you going?”
    Jenkins stopped and turned around. “Yes, Agent Davis?”
    “This is my case, and those are my suspects,” Craig seethed.
    Jenkins nodded in understanding but with the self-satisfied smirk that had continually gotten under Craig’s skin. “You'll have to take that up with your chain of command. We have specific instructions to take possession of the prisoners. I’m told that the president made the request himself.”
    “Bullshit,” Craig said. “You can't do this.”
    Jenkins walked away without saying a word, leaving Craig aghast in confusion.
    Homeland pushed the last prisoner into a separate van and closed the doors. Before Craig could even register the very thought of his entire case being ripped from under him, they sped off, leaving only a thin trail of exhaust in their wake.

Homicide Bombing
    When the Homeland Security Department had been formed, several different agencies were placed under the department, including the U.S. Customs Service and Border Patrol. Investigating terrorism fell largely on the shoulders of the FBI, while the CIA continued foreign and overseas intelligence collection. The NSA also widened its scope of data collection. With so many departments and agencies dedicated to fighting