Everyone knows their places. Slowly you position the racks to go straight out the door and signal to them all. Looking over them all, you acknowledge that not all of you may survive. But you take that at face value. Despair won't help anyone.
Motioning for all to take their positions in profile with you, you accept the helmet offered from Alice and crouch down before with a nod you charge out.
Rifle fire shreds through clothing behind you and slams into the rubble, but you motion for everyone to keep going. Blonde Anna sees the signal for the first Molotov and lobs it as planned.
You count his shots, urging everyone faster when you calculate he is reloading and having them stay behind the barricades when he is firing.
As you pass the air-conditioning units, one of the Annas cries out as the corpse of a dark-haired 'sister' of hers lay in the snow, crumpled by gunfire, but you shout over the gunfire for her to keep moving, firing some suppressive fire as you are able.
You are almost all the way across when the plan goes awry. A bullet hits the lead carriage's wheels, grinding it to a halt. Swearing, you take the last molotov and hurl it, yelling for the girls to follow as soon as it hits, so the flash will disorient him. Bullets screaming past, you make it to the yellow line and safety before you realise one is missing.
The blonde Anna was too slow, and is pinned behind a barricade. You can see her from the dying flames, cowering and screaming for help.