Peter knew security might arrive soon. He also knew that as long as the guard 
lived, he himself might die. Eddy was down, the hoods trapped. He had to do 
something. His breathing increased in pace, and as soon as he noticed it, it got 
even faster. He really didn’t want to leave the safety beneath the truck, but he
knew he had no choice. To make sure he didn’t get caught in random fire by the mobsters, he rolled out from under
the van on the side with corpses. His hand accidentally touched the men’s blood,
now thick on the pavement. A dizziness passed over him, but he shut his thoughts 
down and inched his way along the truck until he got to the back, his gun held 
out before him.