Checking the rifle, it was your bog standard AR-15. I say that like it's a bad thing, but I just mean it was a simple model without all the accompanying bells and whistles you would otherwise find on such a weapon. But it was good enough for me. And I certainly wouldn't want to be shot by one. That made me stop and think. Looping the rifle around my body, I had the Glock back in hand. Less chance of accidentally killing one of the others.

The fourth I incapacitated by cracking him over the head with my sidearm. Never heard me coming. Emptied the clip of his weapon and...