Brian saw the rescues going well, and he stepped out deliberately in front of the clutch of traffickers, casting a protego around himself "TOBIAS!" he shouted with a fierce angry roar. "You took the wrong children this time!"
"Quinn!" one man rose, surprised. "Oh, do you never know how to just die!" His tone sounded exasperatee by having to duel Brian one more time.
"Nope. Not my turn. Its yours," Brian said, as the other man drew his wand "Expelliarmus!" and with that, Brian found himself being fired at from all sides. He apparated behind a large wooden crate opposite the warehouse door, near the cellar door he came in from to draw the attention and the wand fire to himself.
The rest of his men who had lagged behind now knew they had to hurry up and apparate out as many children as they could--hopefully all of them. Now, every second counted. They had done this so many times, the crew was like a well oiled machine. They could get even the most frightened child out in a matter of a few seconds. It was almost like a water brigade. One man would disappear with a child, at the front of a clutch of men releasing children, and then reappear at the end of the bunch to help defend the warehouse doors, while the clutch just kept moving forward in somewhat of a line, until his turn came up again to disappear with another child. It moved fast, at a running pace, and it never stopped. Every man was running for all he was worth, to grab a child or two if he could manage and apparate off. The man behind jack said to him. "Grab my jacket when they hand you a child. ! I'll take you with me!"