The gun was real, the kind with the safety off, and when it pressed against Yusuf Zuck's forehead, he felt the chill of the metal.
The woman held the gun with a steady hand, as if she did such things frequently.
Yusuf Zuck didn't dare to move, and Jerome Hart, sitting in the back, also made no move, for at moments like these, even a small wrong signal could mean that either Yusuf Zuck or himself would surely die in the quiet of the early morning.
Five men rushed out of the van, two opened the back doors and dragged Jerome Hart out, two others opened the driver side door and pulled out Yusuf Zuck, and they quickly tied both Yusuf and Jerome's hands with a rope.
They were professionals, tying them up swiftly and skillfully.
As for the fifth person, he took over the driver's seat, put the car in reverse, and sped away from the scene.
Everything was planned, with clearly designated roles and executed in an orderly fashion.