"Whether he could make it to the hospital would depend on his luck," Jimmy said, "Drop the guns, no one moves. Cuff them." Only after confirming that they were no longer reaching for their weapons did he speak, and Ruiz followed behind, helping Jimmy pull two people off the bed and cuff their hands behind their back with zip ties.
"No one's in the kitchen," said an agent who had gone to check the kitchen, and immediately turned to head towards the stairs to coordinate with another agent on monitoring the staircase.
Jimmy and Ruiz dragged the two handcuffed individuals to the living room, both of whom were still wailing from gunshot wounds.
After reloading his Python, Jimmy looked up to the second floor. Continuous gunfire had turned the second floor chaotic, with many people emerging from various rooms, far exceeding the eleven or twelve reported by intelligence. Well, they couldn't be blamed—it seemed some people just never left this place.
