The guards were all dead or unconscious.
Mark looked over the bodies. "Wow."
They put Rowell in the back of the car as the two got into the front seats.
"It's not bad for our first day of fighting, huh?"
"Not bad at all."
Mark nodded.
"Good work. Now we need to get him back."
"Not so fast!" Other guards on bikes were coming right behind them, holding clubs too.
"Start the car." Scott commanded.
"What?"
"Get going! We'll have to jump these guys."
The guards swarmed them. Mark dove under a punch and knocked the attacker off balance. Scott grabbed the guy's legs and pulled him over the bike. He flipped the biker off the vehicle, sending him flying to the ground.
"Mark, you'll have to fight them off. I'm kind of busy here; I'll just help however I can."
"Alright."
A group of motorcycles sped past them. A couple of men on those bikes stopped just short of where the twins were.
