“Nah, Gav and Michael
are behind us. It’s their
problem now.”
[Ray fell silent as the
whirring of helicopter blades
could be heard in the
distance. He leaned forward,
sighing at his findings.]“That we may need to worry about.”

“Uh, serpentine! Find some cover–” [His head hit the dash as the car thrashed, the bullets from the chopper making dents in the bulletproof roof.] “Fuck. Maybe not.” [His vision spun.]
