On a beautiful, late fall afternoon, October 25th, 2006, the quiet subdivision is bathed
in serenity as dappled sunlight falls through the leaves onto the still green grass.
Birds are singing, bees are buzzing in the lazy afternoon. All seems well with the world.
Blooming marigolds and bright geraniums in large planters still grace the front doorways
of area residents.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, several unmarked vehicles come screaming up the road and
onto a private property and block all exits. Several FBI agents simultaneously exit their
vehicles and scurry in all directions, much like ants running from their anthill. With
their guns drawn, most run to the front door, while one agent heads around the back of
the house to cover that area.
The agents in their navy windbreakers with the large, bold letters FBI emblazoned on the
back, swarm the front and start violently banging on the heavy, fortress-like front door
until the homeowner opens the door. The lead agent screams "It's a good thing you came to
the door, because we were coming in one way or another." As the homeowner opens the
door, a document is shoved at him, a Warrant to Search and Seize all items listed. The
homeowner's eyes go wide as he takes in the incoming swarm of armed FBI agents. He
notices that the warrant is not signed at the bottom by any Federal judge, but he chooses
not to resist out of fear for his life.