I held my hands up in surrender as the armed squad fanned out around me, their laser sights scanning everywhere. The gruff leader kept his rifle pointed right at my head.
"On your knees, hands behind your head!" he barked. "Any funny business and you'll be sport new ventilation holes, understand?"
I complied slowly, trying not to make any sudden moves that could provoke these heavily armed strangers. As I kneeled on the debris-covered floor, I snuck a glance over at Jack's unconscious, broken body. He needed medical attention right away.
"Please, my husband is severely injured," I pleaded, looking up at the squad leader imploringly. "At least get him some help!"
The man narrowed his eyes suspiciously but then gave a curt nod to two of his team mates. "Reilly, Sanchez, secure the male a
