SOUTH DAKOTA. 6:29 A.M. Nobody had said a damn thing about a battlefield. Park scanned the carnage for the two fugitives she’d come to arrest. Assuming they were still breathing. The Black Hawks hovered low as the FBI’s Hostage Rescue Team spilled out, boots hitting dirt, M4s sweeping the field. Park ran the operation. Garrison handled the sharp end. As the rotor wash thinned, Park spotted them just beyond a low ridge. ----- A Book Excerpt from A.I. Capone: The Digital