At three meters from the entrance, Tom dropped the pretense and pointed his weapon at the guards. Hanley and Jackson did likewise. There were six guards and only the three of them, but their weapons were aimed and the guards’ were not. Jordan’s white-gloves weren’t stupid, and none of them wanted to be the first to die. They dropped their weapons and raised their hands. Tom could see that they were disappointed when there was no clatter from the falling weapons. Motioning the MPs aside, Tom moved to the perimeter control box and deactivated the shock nets. He pointed his weapon at the sky, the signal for Kit to drop the spell. It had done its work; they’d reached the TOC without an alarm.