Ping! Zing! Thud. Bullets were everywhere and one hit the mailbox. He had to go. Now!
He rolled while firing his glock, made his way beneath a burned-out bus, kept firing and rolling until he was out the other side, then leaped to his feet and ran down an alleyway, into darkness.
He rested. Breathed. Patted the package under his jacket. All this for a pack of cigarettes.