Carter had finally emerged from her house, her small frame trembling as she watched from her porch steps. "Get that house open! " Captain Hol barked at two officers near Angela's front door. They moved forward. One of them already reaching for the doororknob. I do not consent to any search of my property, Angela announced clearly, making sure her voice carried to all the recording phones.
You have not presented a warrant or any documentation of probable cause. Officer Griggs suddenly shoved her forward, causing her to stumble. Shut your mouth. You don't give orders here. Angela regained her balance, but didn't resist.
She kept her movements slow and controlled, even as her shoulder achd from Griggs's rough handling. Through the phone, she heard Marcus speaking rapidly to someone else, his voice clipped and professional. "Did everyone see that? " Called out Mr. Martinez from across the street. "He just assaulted her for no reason.
She's not even resisting. Mind your own business," another officer shouted back. Clear the area. Everyone back inside their homes. Nobody moved.
Instead, more neighbors emerged, drawn by the commotion. The yellow porch lights clicked on one by one, illuminating the growing crowd of witnesses. Angela heard the distinctive sound of social media notifications as people began sharing the videos in real time. Marcus. Angela spoke into the phone again, her voice carrying clearly in the tense atmosphere.
They're about to enter the house. Officer Griggs has physically assaulted me twice now. Captain Holt is directing everything. Keep that phone recording, Marcus replied. I've got JAG lawyers conferencing in right now.
They're pulling up your property's federal status. Captain Holt signaled to the officers at the door. Enough of this circus. Get that door open and clear the house. Sir, one of the younger officers called out.
Shouldn't we wait for the warrant? I said, clear that house. Holt snapped, his composure cracking slightly. This is a time-sensitive operation. Angela noticed a subtle shift in the other officers postures.
Several exchanged uncertain glances. They could feel the situation spiraling beyond their control with too many witnesses and too many cameras recording their actions. The sound of a door being forced open cracked through the night air. Angela turned to see two officers disappearing into her house. Flashlight beams dancing across her living room walls through the windows.
Marcus, they've entered the house, Angela reported calmly. No warrant, no documentation, forced entry. Perfect, Marcus replied. And Angela detected a hint of satisfaction in his voice. Keep narrating everything you see.
Jags got the property records pulled up. They're conferencing with the Pentagon legal office right now. Officer Griggs tightened his grip again, trying to provoke a reaction. Your husband can call whoever he wants. Won't change anything happening right here, right now.
Angela ignored him, keeping her attention on Captain Hol. The police captain's earlier smuggness had developed a brittle edge. He kept glancing at the growing crowd of neighbors, at all those recording phones pointed in his direction. "Captain," Angela said, her voice clear and professional. I need to inform you that this property falls under federal military housing protection due to my husband's classified status and assignments.