Their driver eased into traffic. Lyons sat in the van's third seat, over the rear wheels. Gadgets scrambled into the second seat. Lyons watched cars through an oversized viewing port. Gadgets looked out through smaller standard windows. They watched for the red pickup as their driver maintained a very gradual acceleration away from the Customs and Immigration Center.

Cars blocked their line of sight for a few seconds, then they saw the red pickup accelerate through traffic. Their driver moved the van over two lanes and accelerated to follow the truck.

"It's the truck!" he called back to the two men of Able Team. "License plate matches exactly."

Gadgets relayed the information to the other five cars. Smoothly, inconspicuously, the DEA units slipped through the traffic on the northbound 805 Interstate.

The red Chevy pickup maintained a steady speed in the middle of the three northbound lanes. Lyons saw DEA cars move into blocking positions in the inside lane. Other cars eased past the pickup and took positions in front of it. Behind the van, Lyons saw the DEA car that carried Blancanales.

Three sides of the rat trap were in place.

Lyons nodded to Gadgets, and the Wizard spoke into his DEA-frequency radio. "This is it."

Their driver slid easily into the express lane. Slowly the van gained on the driver's window of the Chevy truck. Lyons peered through the side window of the camper shell. He saw someone move inside.

Instinctively Lyons's hand moved to the Velcro closures of his body armor. He adjusted the trauma plate.

"This could be a point-blank," Gadgets said, laughing.

"That's not the mission. Prisoners for information."

"How could they miss your head? You need a Kevlar and steel-plate face mask. With bulletproof shades."

Lyons only nodded to Gadgets. Gadgets activated the DEA radio and shouted out two words, "Lights! Sirens!"