Gabriel
“Foxtrot, duck!”
My body reacts to the sound of her voice like a trained soldier obeying his drill sergeant. I duck out of the way just as Raquel comes flying in, smacking one of the guards right in the jaw before putting his gun-wielding arm in a stress hold. She puts so much force and spin into the move that I’m pretty sure I hear his elbow crack the wrong way.
He screams bloody murder.
Attagirl.
There’s no time to feel proud. I use his pain and rip the gun out of his hand, quickly spinning around to hit the closest guard in the gut. He keels over, winded and wheezing. Raquel’s quick to come in, kneeing him in the side of the head.
That’s two down, two more to go.
The guard on my far left tries to go for his radio to call for backup. We can’t let that happen. All it takes
