When good guys gang up against the bad guys
By Ted Nugent

It was pitch dark, musty, muggy and 3 a.m. as we rolled up amongst the dim and shattered streetlights of downtown Waco. Our three vehicles were rolling in slow and quiet with the headlights turned off. We all slid silently from the darkened police cars, the FBI agent at my side holding his automatic M4 machine gun as he stalked into position to the left side of the ramshackle, unlit house.

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