In real life, unfortunately, there’s a little more to a daring rescue than just pointing a gun at the villain and telling him to behave—particularly when there are two villains and they know their villainy. Sheila should have shot, of course. She should have dropped one of them instantly, and maybe the other would have stayed put; but it’s the hardest thing in the world to teach the recruits. Even during the war, some of them never learned that you didn’t wait to inspect the church and count the congregation, you just kicked in the door, tossed in a grenade, and went in behind the explosion with your machine pistol firing... They didn’t wait for her to make up her mind. I saw Catherine make a catlike leap for the shelter of the car; she might not be built lean, but she moved lean. I heard Max come for me, since I was the best protection within his reach. I heard shirt buttons go as he went for the armpit gun. I managed to dump the chair on its side and my timing was good; we connected and got tangled up on the floor.
