He glanced to either side. Jones and Evans were in place. He nodded to them and moved quietly forward. The first of the intruders had reached the corner of the garage. Nikoloz shot him before he could get out of sight, and he crumpled instantly. The new knock-out drug worked a treat—he’d have to congratulate Section 7.
The rest of the fellow’s gang spotted him going down and turned toward them. Nikoloz saw the glint of moonlight on metal. “Gun,” he said, dropping to a crouch and firing again.