“Let’s do it,” Leanne shouted. The others all nodded.
This was my moment. I could feel it in my racing heart. “Follow me. The first priority is to try to get some weapons. Otherwise, we’re toast.”
We go back out and along the corridor before we reach a stairwell.
“Come on,” I whisper back to them as I wave. It takes several minutes to get to the bottom.
Leanne, who had gone ahead of me, abruptly stopped. I went in front of her, and glanced around the corner.
There were some of the men in red uniforms who had captured me earlier. In intense conversation, they seemed oblivious to what was happening around them.
I knew we only had one choice. A sneak attack, we needed to get into hand-to-hand combat, before they drew their weapons.
In whispers, I told the others that I would go first. They were to follow in a line behind.
With care, I placed one foot in front of the other till I got within striking distance of the closest soldier. I put my arm around his neck and began to squeeze. Then all pandemonium broke loose as the rest got involved, punching and kicking the soldiers into submission.
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