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.