"My goodness," Felicity said wryly. "You're like a walking one-woman weapon store. I'm not sure whether to be impressed or mortified."

It was then that a line of four arge, nondescript white vans pulled up in front of them. An elderly woman - seemingly frail, but with a sort of toughness about her expression - climbed out of the first one, followed by a gaggle of uniformed men.

Ann-Marie Hoag, the owner and founder of Damage Control.

Felicity nodded at her, indicating the still-knocked-out woman at her feet and then stepped away, nodding at Nika. "We can go. These guys can handle the rest."