"Down! Down!" Eddy shouted and he dove for the asphalt and worked his gun
free. Peter found himself wanting to move, but unable to. Then the mobsters 
behind the crates started shooting wild automatic fire. Bullets slammed into the 
truck’s armored sides, their impact clattering harshly in Peter’s ears. Out of
instinct he dove for the ground on the opposite side of the truck from the 
guards. Then he rolled under the vehicle, desperate for safety.