[ At McCree's signal, Peter stands and brings his gun arm up, bracing his wrist on the top of the Jeep's windshield. Another fallen flashlight in the bed of the truck lights up another couple of men, and Peter takes only a half-second to aim. Two blasts of concussive fire fly from his blaster, slamming into the chests of another couple of men. They fall with quiet gurgles, the truck rocking with the impact of their bodies. ]
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