Johnson pressed tight against the wall by the door and made a hand signal. Two of his men sprang to the doorway and kicked the doors of the two rooms open. The two teams surged into the rooms.
As soon as Johnson rushed into the suite, he felt a sense of unease. He stood there sizing up the whole damn presidential suite, and when the men searching the inner rooms came out to report that there was no one inside, that uneasy feeling only grew stronger.
Suddenly, one of his men picked up a small black object the size of a shirt button and held it up to his eyes to inspect it. The corner of Johnson's eye twitched hard. The moment he took it into his own hand, a chill shot through him and he yelled like mad, "Bomb! Move!"
Boom!!!!!
