[The good news for the bot is that they quickly forget it's there. Alfie doesn't stir - he's clearly breathing, but apparently unconscious - and the other man who'd been standing with him stands there stoically, eyes on the invading men. If he's waiting for the right moment to strike, he hasn't found it yet - but then, all eyes are on him, too.]

Right; that's them sorted.

[Says McNair.]

Let's search the place. Turn it from top to bottom, lads, and take anything of value. Bring anyone you find into this room, and isolate them when you can. I want no less than two of our men to every one of theirs.