Barry pulls his gun out of his pocket and lowers it slowly to the ground. He can heard the creak of the truck door and wonders if Lydia must have heard. If so, she knows that this isn't going well. When she appears he shoots her a worried look. She's much more vulnerable out here than she was in the cab.

But she doesn't seem scared at all as she addresses the men in front of them. And is it him or is her jumpsuit a little lower than it used to be? The man with the gun smiles.

"Well, hello, gorgeous," he says, moving towards them. Barry's instinct is to get between Lydia and them and he takes a step forward. He's awarded with the sudden sensation of searing pain in his arm. When he looks down at it, there's a singed bit of his jumpsuit at his shoulder and a nasty laser burn across his bicep. He winces and slaps his hand over it, which only seems to make it worse.

"Stay where you are," sneers the first man as the laser moves back down to Barry's chest. He steps forward and picks up Barry's gun, then turns to Lydia holding out his hand. 'Where's your laser, sugar?"