With no driver's side window, there's nothing between him and throwing his arm out: firing a few wild shots. The explosion of gore from the throat of the man on the left and the rate of his fire is enough to make anyone sensible think twice and a few of the guys shear off, ducking away desperately from the spray of bullets.

He cranks the wheel around, throws the car into reverse and swings it around - smashes it into drive with a horrible grind of the gears before slamming before. He's sitting up a bit now, which gives him enough visibility to steer the sedan around near where she's hiding out. He clips one of the lackeys on the way, the sickening thud of shin on bumper, slamming on the brakes the second he's near her.

He can't lean over to open the door, but it doesn't really matter. That window's been blown out as well. "Fancy a lift?"