Following instructions as in any precise military rescue operation, I see Alana create the necessary diversion with the pink smoke and holding the Silks at bay with her paintball gun. I go to the basement where I find Jane tied to a chair, hands behind her. Pulling my Swiss Army knife out from my pink camo kini top, I slice the ropes and free Jane from being bound to the chair. “Follow me Jane,” I say audibly as we ascend the staircase up toward the lounge. Opening the basement door slightly, I see Alana still holding Jen and Stevie at bay through the pink haze. I call out to our Ops organizer, “Alright Alana, I have her,” as I lead Jane toward the front exit with Alana providing needed cover.
