Knox had her gun aimed at the head of a third guard. “Put it down,” she said.

 

He dropped the gun and Rogers walloped him on the head, sending him unconscious

to the cobblestones.

 

Puller knocked out the fourth guard.

 

Knox pushed Davis and Myers into the rear seat. Rogers lifted the now agitated

old man from the wheelchair and into the front seat.

 

Puller took the wheel of the SUV and drove it straight out of the gates, which

opened automatically from a sensor on the inside.

 

Myers looked at each of them. “What the hell is going on?” Rogers pulled off his

ski mask. “You!” she said, obviously stunned. “Me,” he said simply. “And your

friends?” “Here to rescue you,” said Rogers.

 

Puller and Knox took off their masks.

 

Myers smiled. “Thank God for rescuers.” Rogers glanced at Davis. “I wasn’t aware

I needed rescuing,” she said bluntly.

 

Puller drove to where he had parked their car and the group transferred to that

vehicle.