"Scatter!"

Tap. Tap. Tap. The flash-bang grenade bounces few times before exploding with hundreds of decibels and brightness of thousand lumens.

You were covering your ears and closed your eyes, but the ears still kept ringing and the bright spots on your retina would not go away and there were more coming.

"Scatter!" you yell out.

Throwing yourself towards the back door, with intent on finding your way upstairs, there was a staircase back there! And it had been your own little escape plan for a while now.

While you sprint across the room most of your group chooses the main entrance. You dive out only to feel something grab your leg making you face plant onto the ground. Then the second one and pull them together.

You stumble forward after barely saving your face from hitting the pavement, but something keeps your legs. You look down and see a bola wrapped tight around your ankles. Right before someone jumps over you and twists your hands back behind your back, and puts hand cuffs on them.

Two bastards grab you by hands and feet and thrown into a back of a large van.

You scream hell at them of course, so shortly after your mouth gets covered by the panel gag, with something strangely resembling penis head shoved between your teeth.

Moments later van doors open again and Trish - one of your co-conspirators - same as you with her legs and hands bound is thrown inside with you.