The unconscious guard was still on the ground in the lower shadows of the glass booth.

If necessary, they had the unconscious guard as a hostage.

He rolled the unconscious guard into the corner, away from the doorway.

It didn't take much intelligence to use the unconscious guard's keys to open the third one.

He reached the door, paused, and glanced down at the unconscious guard.

He rolled through the door, his wheels running over the hands of the unconscious guard.

She took hold of the unconscious guard and quietly lowered him to the ground.

He looked at the unconscious Japanese guards and asked how they'd done it.

Two men were busy taking off the unconscious guards' uniforms.

He stood up, and an unconscious guard crashed to the ground.