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"We tugged on door levers and jumped out, all our jackets fluttering in the wet breeze. I was limping--the toe still stung like crazy. DuBois and I moved in slowly, behind the eight armed tactical officers, who were sprinting into Yu's open garage, brandishing weapons. "On the ground, FBI! FBI!" Screaming is standard operating procedure too. Intimidation, again. In"