[hider=this part never happened edit]Luca covered his ears until the shooting was over, then twisted about until he could see the damage done. [i]This man is insane![/i] he thought. Before he could make sense of the death, their shooter was out a window of the vehicle and barking orders. Luca couldn't have understood the sound of his own name in that instant, and he certainly couldn't comprehend the shouted accent -- but he knew he had to stay with the man, so he scrambled out through the broken window, landing awkwardly on one shoulder and flopping onto his back. 

He unceremoniously found his footing and scrambled after his mark, more-or-less on all fours. His coordination was still shot from the paralytic, so his movements were primitive -- but unintentionally tactical, low to the ground, irregular. 

"Hey!" he called after the redheaded gunman. "Hey, wait!"[/hider]

Luca covered his ears until the shooting was over, then twisted about until he could see the damage done. [i]This man is insane![/i] he thought. Before he could make sense of all the death, the shooter -- his mark -- was clearing glass and barking orders. Luca couldn't have understood the sound of his own name in that instant, and he certainly couldn't comprehend the shouted accent -- but the gist, he thought, was clear. [i]I have to get out of here.[/i] Or maybe that was his instinct speaking?

Luca threw his shoulder into the nearest door, but it didn't budge. He pressed a button which might have been the latch in his mind, but it was in fact a power-window switch. He pressed and pulled everything, and eventually found the proper handle and pulled. Nothing happened -- then again perhaps he had inadvertently locked the door with all his fumbling over the various controls. 

"We have to get out of here!" His voice was frantic, and his hands moved over all the same buttons and switches a second time.