**Isabella**
"What are we going to do?" Cross asked, glancing anxiously at the door.
The knocking was growing more frantic by the second. We had to act fast.
"Sally, are you there? Open up!" a voice called from outside.
So her name was Sally. I guessed that was her husband Lance calling for her.
"How many of them do you think are out there?" I whispered to Dan.
"I'm not sure, but judging from their footsteps, I think maybe five," Dan replied.
Just then, the stupid man who had led us here made for the door, but thankfully, Cross caught his arm and pulled him back roughly. Immediately, Dan snapped his neck before he could scream and alert his people.
I turned to Sally, who was being held firmly by one of my men. "Do you have any back door?" I demanded.
She shook her head. "No, there's no back door."
"Then show us a place to hide," I ordered sharply.
