She elbowed her way to the end and staggered out onto a small town square where a three-man security team was waiting for her. The second she cleared the alleyway, they raised their guns, each sporting a red clip of armor-piercing rounds. All Alice had left was an old handgun in a rear holster, her NYPD day-stick, and a knife. She went for her gun, but they had the drop on her, laser targeting arrays beeping acquisition before she’d got the pistol clear of her back.