Indeed he was knocked from the moving truck. He managed to roll out of the fall and quickly recover into a crouch, he upholstered his revolver and took a few steps back. It felt like his he maybe had a cracked rib. Another voice appeared on the other side of the truck. He couldn't leave, all his gear could potentially be traced back to him. "Listen here, you don't want to do this. Both of you just leave and forget you saw me. People forget thousands of things everyday, let this be one of them." 

He began to side step until he was in view of both the people, a large muscle bound man, and the girl from the apartment. He was blown away that she'd found him, or that she had come right too him. "How the hell did you find me? You were just at the apartment." He gave her a quizzical look. He had not known it was her at first and this almost took the wind from his sails. Had this been a setup? "Who are you working for?" He asked them both. He trained the revolver on each of them.