Letters from Ireland (Chapter 1, Stakeout)

Brian cringed when he tasted the coffee.
"Always fresh my fanny!" He said, and swallowed the bitter tasting liquid.
"News flash, bud. It's 7-11. Not freakin' Starbucks." Brian's partner, Stephen Carter, vociferated.
Brian grunted, and returned to looking out of the frosty windshield.
"When's he supposed to be getting here?" Stephen asked.
"The deal's supposed to take place in about fifteen minutes, and the guy likes to be p--"
"Is that our man?" Stephen interuppted, pointing at a short fellow in a gray trench coat.
"I think so..." Brian responded.
"Let's get 'em!" Stephen said, eager to make a bust.
As Stephen reached for the car door, Brian grabbed his shoulder.
"No. Not yet. First, we wait."
Stephen rolled his eyes, and settled back into his seat.
Brian picked up a walky-talky.
"Alright, move in, Roberts."
"Sir, yes, sir!" Sergeant Andy Roberts replied, his voice distorted over the radio.
Brian laughed, thinking.
Sir, yes, sir. And to think, I started a lowly patrolman.
"Okay, Steve. Roberts and his group will be coming in from there," Brian pointed to a rusting fire escape on the edge of an apartment overlooking the dank alley,"Then, once they have our backs, we go in, and take the guy down."
Stephen nodded.
The man in the gray trenchcoat was now shifting back and forth, looking all around. He didn't notice the gray Ford Victoria parked a few hundred yards away.
Then, a black Escalade pulled in from an unseen entrance to the alley. Two men, one in a black raincoat, the other in a sweat jacket, exited the vehicle.
Brian watched silently.
Up above the group of men, a team of three was now stepping onto the fire escape. They wore bullet proof vests underneath navy blue coats that had the intials FBI printed on the back.
They were all armed.
Brian pulled his gun, a .44 Desert Eagle, and Stephen followed suit, removing a Walther from his coat.
Brian spoke in an urgent whisper.
"On my count, we move."
Stephen glanced once more at the group.
"1..."
"2..."
"GO!"
Brian and Stephen slid out of the car swiftly.
The group turned their heads as they slammed the car doors.
Brian called out fearlessly.
"Heeey! What'd we got here, laddy?" The question was directed towards Stephen.
"Looks to me like a deal of some sort..." Stephen said.
"A drug deal perhaps?" Brian raised an eyebrow towards the group, and raised his gun.
"'Cause you know, I always thought they were kind of illegal." Brian chuckled, and began to speak once more. His tone changed to a more commanding one.
"Boston P.D. You're under arrest."
One of the men cursed. Loudly.
Stephen addressed the group.
"So. You've got two choices. You can run, but I'll probably catch you and blow your brains all over that nice vehicle."
He motioned towards the Escalade.
"Or, you can just put your hands in the air, and we can all have a nice day." Brian finished
The men wisely surrendered.