Finch wasn't sure what the guy had planned on doing next, but it seemed that he was actually planning to do something rather than standing there and being a pincushion. It was about time, since even his own theatrics fell a bit flat when he was the only one in the show.

Not that he appreciated the actual retaliation as everything was sent flying to and fro in the van because of the strong wind suddenly intruding. "Keep us going," he said to the driver, though that was easier said than done with all the buffeting from stuff flying around. The vehicle rapidly began to swerve on the road, which might make things a bit more difficult for their unwelcome passenger."Ah hell," Finch grunted as he at last went for the gun and began firing upwards. Though with the wind and all the motion he probably wouldn't hit anything. But you never knew, maybe he'd get lucky. 

[@Sedjwick]