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Pollard listened for the signal that the tactical units were in place. The van around him felt close, as if every molecule had paused in sympathetic imitation of all the held breaths. He stared at the array of screens displaying the exits from the three-story mass of dingy brick. Color was muted in the early morning overcast. Movement snagged his attention on the top left-hand screen. A pale cat, emerging from behind a discarded door, searched its surroundings, obviously sensing the threat gathering around its home. It darted off, and Pollard returned to the other screens. “All units in position,”