"Hartley." It had to be Hartley. He turned to his husband and frowned. "Not you, the other one. He has his flute, he must be stopping them." Good, Paco didn't want to be slowed down. He kept moving, as fast as he could, practically running with Hart's dead weight between them. The guards around them didn't seem to be moving much but even so, Paco took no chances.

Anyone so much as in their line of sight was knocked down. Hard. "Are you gonna open a breach, Cisco, or am I?"