A Different Type of Help

"You deaf! Bag!" The man behind Vintas shouted and Portia slowly started to pull the strap off her shoulder. Vintas was still staring at her and behind him there was actually a small group. They all looked like younger men, thugs. Most had what appeared to be blades, but two had guns. One was pressed to Vintas's back. 

'There are six,' Portia mentally thought to him and Vintas just gave a little nod. The second that Portia dropped the bag to the ground, the one with the gun to Vintas's back looked down and another moved forward.