“They’ll wonder where the other guard is,” Stan said. “We better jerk the boards off that window and get out of here.”
“That cannot be done,” the general said. “They are planks, not boards, and they are spiked to the outside of the house.”
Allison had opened the door a crack. “They have turned on the light. There’s five of them, and they seem excited.”
“How far down the hallway?” Stan asked.
“At the door,” Allison answered.
The voice of one of the men lifted as he shouted an order. “He’s calling in a squad of armed men from the gate,” Allison said.
“It seems we are trapped,” Arno said grimly.
“Can we go out the front way?” Stan snapped, turning to Tony.
“Yes. There is a side door and a front door. But we can’t get back to our car because of the walls around the back plaza.”
“Our tommy-guns and grenades are in the car,” Allison said.