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.
"We'll have to chance it and move fast. Lead off." Stan reached for the doorknob. Opening the door a little way he looked out. The five officers were standing in the doorway down the hall looking out into the night.
Stan stepped out, whipping his Colt from its holster as he went. "Down the hall!" he hissed. "Lead them, Tony. I'll cover your retreat."
The raiders and the general moved out and started down the hall. They had taken only a few steps, when one of the officers at the door turned around. He let out a startled shout. The others whirled. Stan covered them with his Colt. The distance was a full thirty feet, good shooting range for the forty-five.
"Get your hands up!" Stan snapped. The bore of his gun wavered over the stomachs of the officers and came to rest on a spot between the eyes of the colonel.
Amazement showed on the faces of the Germans, then hatred and fury.