He can feel the weight of the laser gun in his pocket. They had all but warned him about the possibility of a hijacking, but he had wanted to think they were simply being paranoid. He didn't think he was ready to shoot anyone for supplies, even if he was supposed to be part of the police force of this state, or whatever it was.

Two men were getting out of the car. He looked over at Lydia. "Stay in the car. I'll try to talk to them. I was a cop. Sort of."

Not really. But he might have a little more experience than she does in this. He opens the door and slides down. A large man in a red jumpsuit calls out to him.

"Need a hand with that flat tire?"

For a moment Barry thinks maybe they are just good Samaritans but a second later there's a red laser on his chest from the second man's gun. "Hand over your gun and then get your pretty partner out here."