Atticus Jackson
speaker
1,217 appearances
8 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 6d ago
Atticus Jackson’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Ten seconds passed before his radio quietly spoke up.
On your go.
Michael waved two fingers at me in a gesture vaguely resembling a finger gun.
The Beretta roared as I fired two rapid blasts into the door's hinges.
With two of the door's three connections to its frame effectively vaporized, the kick I followed up with was enough to knock it free and send it careening down the stairs.
As the door came down, the beam of the flashlight affixed to my weapon flashed across the figure of a man raising a pistol.
It fired twice, as fast as I could before ducking out of the opening for cover.
As I withdrew, John rounded the corner of the doorframe from the opposite side, his shortened machine gun spewing a tremendous gout of flame as he let loose a hail of automatic fire down the stairs.
I finished reloading just as the rest of the team followed John down the stairwell.
From the street below came the thunderous blast of a breaching charge as Bravo Team blew the door clear of its frames.
John leading the way, we surged down the stairs, stepping carefully over the crumpled body at the bottom.
From the landing, a doorway led into a hallway that ran parallel to the staircase.
Without missing a beat, John cleared the entrance and turned left, followed by Michael who proceeded to the right.
He fired immediately upon rounding the corner, trailed closely by Don who had been the next to pass through.
With the immediate threat neutralized, Abe and I were cleared into the hallway.
The sounds of gunfire from the ground floor reverberated through the building.
John, Michael, and Dom stacked up on the first door to our left while Abe and myself set up to watch the hallway on our right.
Halfway down the hall, about 30 feet away, lay a prone figure in a blood-soaked tank top and sweatpants.
Near his outstretched arm lay a large machete.
With Abe and I guarding their flank, the rest of the team went about clearing all the rooms to our left, one at a time.
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