Defending Hannah

only two men standing between his team and the truck.
"Midas, watch out behind you," Sunshine yelled out. Ben whipped around to see a man running at him with a large knife aimed for his back.
"No," Hannah cried out and grabbed Ben's side arm and shot the man before he could take another step. Ben looked down in shock at Hannah lying on her stomach with his pistol in her hand staring at the body on the ground. Sunshine came up behind Ben and shook his shoulder.
"Damn boy, you do have the best luck. I swore you were a goner." Sunshine teased.
Ben ignored him and extracted his pistol from Hannah's death grip and returned it to his holster. "It would take more than that sleazeball to end me." It wasn't meant to sound boastful but it was true. Ben had been training his whole life for situations like these. It would take more than these guards to take him down.
Ben saw the two men were now dead and nothing standing in their way. Ben helped Hannah stand. "You okay?" He asked her. He looked for signs of distress of her taking a life. He remembered when he took his first life. It haunted him. But nothing in Hannah's eyes told him she was upset with taking a life.
Hannah looked Ben in the eye without flinching at his penetrating gaze and nodded.
"Good," He clipped. "Let's move." He grabbed Hannah and all but dragged her to the truck.
Hannah knew she should feel guilty for killing that man but she couldn't muster the emotion. When she saw him come out of the trapdoor she recognized him as one of her tormentors. He had laughed at her pain and humiliation. She hadn’t thought about her actions she just grabbed Ben's pistol that had been holstered on his leg and fired at the man. She couldn't believe she had pulled a weapon on someone. Her grandfather had taught her to shoot years ago but never thought she would have need of those skills. Ben carefully reached down and pried the gun from her stiff hands. Hannah snapped herself out of her shock and allowed Ben to help her up. Gunfire and explosions still went off around them but had died down. Ben grabbed her hand and drug her to the truck and urged her to get in the truck then turned his attention back to those trying to halt their retreat.
“Took long enough." One of them said as they walked up to the truck. He had a permanent scowl on his face that reminded Hannah of a bulldog.
"I got the job done didn’t I?" Ben argued.
"I’m sorry to interrupt," Hannah said stepping between them. "but can you guys have your who has the bigger dick conversation later?"
Hannah took an instinctive step back when the bulldog-faced guy turned his gaze on her. Half his face was covered in burns and scars. It looked ugly and painful but the man didn’t seem to notice. A smile broke across his face or what she thought was supposed to be a smile and he chuckled low. “You got backbone, I like that.” The smile died when gunfire broke out and an explosion near the building broke a window and rained down on them.
“RPG’s” Someone yelled.
More? How much ammo was stashed on this island? Thought Hannah. She knew Alejandro was an arms dealer too but didn’t think he kept his own arson here. This was ridiculous.
Ben pushed Hannah’s head down and ushered her to the back of the truck where the other women were huddled. Once in the truck, Hannah turned around to thank Ben but movement behind him had her screaming 'behind you'. Ben spun around to fire but the man next to him who had smiled at her already took down the target.
"Let’s get out of here." The guy said jumping into the front of the truck. Ben and twelve other men jumped in the back and fired at those that ran after them. The guard at the gate opened fired on the truck and the soldiers pushed the woman as close to the bed of the truck as they could so the men could return fire. Whoever was driving the truck sped up and rammed through the gate.
Hannah watched the mansion fade behind her. She was finally going home. Hannah pulled her knees to her chest. "I am Hannah Grace O’Connell. My older brother is Garrett Patrick O’Connell; my younger brother is Jason Peter O'Connell. I live at 2304 New Mesa Road in Portland Oregon; I have a cocker spaniel named Cocoa. My best friend was Judy Snow. And I am going home."

Chapter Three
 
Once on the truck, Ben reported to base they were carrying precious cargo, their code for the hostages. How had the mission gone wrong so quickly? Colonel Hardy reported Alejandro’s base wasn’t heavily fortified and should be an easy in and out mission. It was almost as if they had been set up. It would explain why security hadn’t been walking the perimeter. They had been lying in wait for the two teams and ambush them. Waves of militants came pouring at them from all directions and they were heavily armed. Ben didn’t even know where Alejandro’s men kept coming from. When they had flown in they hadn’t seen many guards. Suddenly they were like ants. Living underground and coming up all at once. Tunnels? It wasn’t unheard of. Several terrorists had bunkers underground and the hostages had been found underground so it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. Not that the information helped him now. He felt his side cargo pocket and felt the flash drive. The weight felt heavy. A wealth of knowledge laid in that tiny little thing. Maybe the answers to who set them up was on it.
He looked at the women seated in the back of the truck and some were crying silently and others looked lifeless. He had rescued plenty of hostages in his career but he had never seen anything like this. Especially like Hannah, who tried to stay