Before Feerah could finish giving her short orders, shouts hastily emerged from one of the tightly packed rooms.
"Help us!"
"Please, help!"
More pained cries followed, as if the first shout sparked a wildfire of screams.
"You two check the rooms on this side. You two, the rooms on that side. We'll stand our ground in the center and keep a lookout." There was no hesitation as Feerah switched gears and divvied out the new orders, making sure she remained in a commanding position with the best view possible.
Again, it was the two masked mercenaries that first rushed into action, almost before Feerah had given the order. And their partners did their best to keep up.
"Help! Please! Are you here to help?" Someone shouted from a room as one masked mercenary slid open a slot in the metal door.
"Help, please– WAIT! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!"
