I should have known something was wrong from the moment we stood at the entrance and the guards were absent.
Ariella's questions, however, had occupied my mind too much to have paid heed to such an important hint as to what was inside.
The first thing that truly registered was the bullets. Men were already lying dead on the floor, and Ruth's voice carried across the waiting area, screaming out commands.
Before any of them could take notice of us, I reached. Ariella grunted as I shoved her behind one of the stone, gold-painted pillars and drew my gun.
The men who were attacking all wore the same thing, making them easy to identify: black denim jeans and jackets.
One of them shot towards one of my guards. He dropped dead before the sound of the pistol could fully register. I took aim an
