Derren bursts into a sprint at the sound of the rifle report, half expecting to hear the whip-crack of a round winging past his ear. The sound of broken glass some distance behind him calmed his nerve and he allowed himself a quick peek over his shoulder at the azzie jibing his colleague for his twitchy trigger finger.
//I assume that was my divine intervention? Looks like it worked anyway, back shortly, keep the doors open//
Derren covered the remaining yards to the van at a jog, shutting the door with a heavy thud behind him.
Cheers guys, they're pretty twitchy today. Didn't fancy causing a scene. Next beer is on me