Lassoing Terrorists

 "We can't get in," Ben explained, "I mean, we anticipated it would be locked so we were going to kick the door down.
 He knocked on the door with his boot.
 "Unfortunately it is jammed," Shannen announced.
 "Alright, what about a blade. One of these guys must have one. We could jimmy it open," I suggested.
 Alex motioned to the column of knives wedged in the door.
 "I think we should probably take those out," Guntas suggested.
 We spent a total of twelve minutes wriggling the knives free of the door, probably perplexing the hostages within who were all patiently waiting to be freed. We made a small stack of knives to the side of the door, in case self-defence suddenly became necessary, then sat down round the back of the hill in pairs to brainstorm.
 "Do we have a rope?" Shannen asked.
 "Nope," I replied, "They probably have one in the trucks?"
 "Why do they need a rope? Are they gonna lasso the terrorists?"
 "I dunno. But looking at the fighting, it's nowhere near as exciting or as choreographed as Merlin would have suggested, or if we're gonna talk lassos then I guess I should refer to a Western. The point is, why did we come here? What good are we doing?"
 "We're opening the cave."
 "No, we were trying to open the cave but now we're talking about cowboys."
 "Yeah...so if we did have a rope?"
 "Um...I guess it would work. Is the door push or pull?"
 "Pull."
 "Well that's good. So how are we going to get to an army truck because, lasso or not, they will undoubtedly have a rope."
 "What's that noise," Shannen stood up, "There's one coming! I think that's your guy! Alan?"
 I sprang to my feet and spotted the truck she meant. Yup, there was Alan. He rounded the hillside and off-roaded up the track to where we had spread out. As he clambered out of the Land Rover we stumbled past the mossy rocks dotting the hill to reach him.
 "Do you have a rope?" I asked.
 "No, sorry, why?"
 "The door's jammed."
 "How did you all get here without getting killed?"
 "We didn't attack anyone. They didn't attack us. You lot should try that some time," I replied.
 "Yeah, alright. I do have a winch if that would work?"
 "Probably."
 By now Shannen had rounded up the others in our little company - Benedict and Guntas, Alex and Rebecca. Alan explained that we'd be far safer in the car and that we'd already been in far too much danger and that it was a seven-seater so we'd definitely all fit. None of us had any wish to be blown to bits so we obliged without complaint and filed into the car. Alan drove us around to the cave's door, hooked up the winch to the car, got back behind the wheel and began to reverse.