Garrett weighed Rosemary's words carefully. He needed to get out of here alone, and he needed to do it without any of them following him. He needed to find a way to convey the tactical realities of the situation to them plainly.
"Your logic only works out if you assume everyone is an equal threat. We're not. Unless you're hiding a gun in that bag, four people at a distance stand about the same chance as one. The only difference is a few more seconds, a few more bullets, and, most importantly, a few more bodies."
His mouth was pressed into a firm line as he looked back into Rosemary's eyes. "I said I wouldn't kill. That includes dragging people along with me on what is almost definitely a suicide mission. I'm fully aware dangerous this is, but it's the only thing I can do. I'm more useful to you all out there alone than I am hiding with you. I don't have a weapon, and in a group running is a better option than negotiating. I'd only give you another person to worry about."
He turned to look at Meera and Joey. "I'm sorry. But this isn't up for debate. I'm not putting anyone else at risk with this. So please, go and find more allies. Preferably smart ones who aren't completely out of their minds like I am. Ride this thing out, and if I'm lucky I'll see you when help arrives. And..."
He hesitated for a moment. There was a final thought caught in his throat.
"If you see Bella before I do...tell her I'm sorry."
He threw his bag over his shoulder and quickly strode out of the building.
((Garrett Wilde Continued In A Few More Bullets