The steel door eased closed.  There was no use resisting.

The hostages fell atop one another as they were herded

to the center of the Embassy.  They huddled between the

benches and watched six hooded men move quickly to take

control.  Four of the men squeezed the hostages together, another

carried a large assault rifle and rushed to an outer

room.  Then came the sound of steel-toed boots pounding along

the corridor. The hostages lay scattered about like broken things.

The ringleader scanned their eyes.  He could already see the

nightmares that would haunt them the rest of their lives.


Paraphrases from the novel Angel City by Jon Steele.