Mitten glanced to the rights for the briefest seconds of Agent Powers coming out of the service station. He looked back at Damone, and his eyes bulged in surprise as he saw Damone leveling a semi-automatic at him. His instinct was to shield to his right but felt something nip the left side of his head like an angry bee had banged off his skull. He never heard the blast but felt the burn as his mind recoiled from the idea of being shot in the head.
Another shot slammed into the pump's clear cove, breaking glass inches from where his neck had been. He drew his weapon and peaked around the opposite side of the pump in time to see Agent Powers draw his service weapon. He watched in horror as Agent Power's jaw evaporated in a burst of red flesh. A second shot through his neck, creaking a fountain on the left side of his throat, pouring blood. He was dead on his fleet.
It was that sound that slammed into Mitten's ear like a sledgehammer. Screeeeeech!!... the black conversion van fishtailed before the rear wheels dug into the pavement and rocketed away from the bank of pumps.
Ting... Ting... Ting... three shots slammed into the lower half of the pump again, inches below Mitten's leaking face. He dropped completely to the ground. He peered under the burgundy conversion van to see a pair of feet facing Agent Powers' direction. It was then that he realized someone on that side of the van had shot Agent Powers; simultaneously, he noticed the growing tide of gasoline creeping across the 15 feet that separated him from Damone. He saw the hose on the ground with the lever locked in place.
Shit! he shouted as he lunged up from the ground. He turned towards his SUV, at which point he noticed that the rear window on the driver's side was shattered. He saw Agent Deshields slumped forward with her head against the back of the driver's seat.
Fisssssssswooh! Mitten turned in time to see a rocket-propelled grenade launched from the roof of the service station shoot across the lot and slam into the fourth Suburban parked just inside the parking lot. The force of the RPG tilted the SUV completely over on its side in a fiery explosion.
What the fuck have we walked into, Mitten thought as he squeezed off two quick shots at the furtive figure on the roof. He glanced back quickly to where Damone had been standing. He was no longer there.