High deadbolt locks. The van rumbles out of the Girl Scout parking lot. The van stops, and the SNUs step out, moving purposefully, weapons at port arms. They stop in front of a door. There's a soda machine humming behind them.
Boots scrape on concrete.
They verify the room number. Then the point man nods, and one of them takes the 60-pound battering ram and swings it hard. Inside, a woman's voice, crying. One of the men was standing near the door when the officers blew it in. The door brained him and knocked him across the room.