The vibration of the minigun tearing into his shoulder, Peter managed to rake 
the gun’s spray over the armored grill of the Dynamit. He crisscrossed the fire
back and forth. On the sixth pass his bullets dug through the vehicle’s armor,
penetrating the engine block. The car came to an abrupt stop, down from 150 in 
an instant, just as the Westwind hit the base of the ramp behind it.