“I think they figured out my ruse,” Ari said.
“Oh man,” Luke said. He drew his gun, the last one he had left—a pistol he had taken from a dead Iranian officer at the police station.
Without thinking, he ran straight at the approaching men, gun pointed. He fired.
BANG!—the sound deafening, echoing through the cavern of the command center. Ahead of him, a man dropped. The other men were bringing their weapons around.
He fired again.
BANG!
Another man dropped. Below him, people were screaming.
He threw the gun and barreled into the crowd of soldiers. Now his fists were flying, beating men down. Suddenly Ed was next to him, doing the same. Fists, knees, elbows, they battered the Iranian soldiers, and were battered by them. Ed flipped a man over the side. A rifle fell to the steel surfac
