Her face twisted. “I didn’t come here to negotiate.”

She drew a folding knife and stepped toward Phoebe. “I said get on your knees!”

I took a slow breath.

At that moment a red dot appeared on her forehead, then several more crossed her chest and arms — a dozen laser sights, from the high windows, the broken roof, the shadows between the containers.

Gwendolyn went rigid, her eyes wide. “What is this?”

The upper windows shattered as entry teams dropped down steel cables, took the floor, and disarmed the hired men before anyone could react. It was over in seconds.