"Let's go!"
Xiao Luo turned to leave, dragging Sarah Michelle, who was still in a state of confusion, along with him as he walked off rapidly towards the other end of the street.
"Follow Mr. Mie!" instructed Powell, blinking as he returned to his senses.
He waved his large hand in a gesture for his three remaining SEAL soldiers to follow Xiao Luo. They were not just trying to keep up with the man, for Mina and Thomas were both tasked with watching their backs while Powell and Rice guarded their flanks. It was a military formation, and it was clear from this tactical arrangement that they were expecting danger to come at them in every direction.
It had been a good move to ditch the trucks. Otherwise, the Libyan rebel fighters would be able to hear the sound of the engine revving. And that would have immediately given away their location and drawn the rebel fighters towards them.
