"What's that?"
She pointed to the sleeping lieutenant. "He said he had left some men with a machine gun."
"Damn! I had forgotten that. However, that is a problem that can be solved."
"How?"
"This way." He moved to the heavy machine gun mounted at the window so that its muzzle covered the street. He had his finger on the trigger and was searching the street when he realized that she was pulling at his arm and speaking to him. "What?" he said.
"No," she answered. Her voice was very firm.
"Are you out of your mind?" he demanded.
"We don't have to shoot them," she replied.
"Why not?"
"Because they are already taken care of."