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“Wait here,” she continues, and vanishes from view. You poke your head out of the dusty green canvas just in time to see her take a flying leap from the side of the extended cab onto the driver, fling him out of the truck like she’s playing a video game, and slide into his spot behind the wheel. The guy in the passenger seat looks up in alarm, and that’s your cue to draw back your fist and knock him out cold.

            “C’mon,” and you pull Bruce in after you so that you’re all in the cab of the truck. “Keep an eye on him.”

The unconscious goon can be Bruce’s responsibility; you’ve already grabbed his gun and you’re scrambling up to hang pretty much your entire body out of the passenger side window. If there are any other transports around, you’ll take them out before they can even think of firing a shot at you.