Barry swallowed, his eyes moving towards the front of the truck. If he tried to get to it, he knew he'd attract the sight of the two thugs repairing the flat tire. They might think that he and Lydia were trying to take the truck back and start shooting. His shoulder was proof that the lasers were just as painful and as powerful as bullets.

"Do you want me to hold the gun?" He asked. His hands were still tied, but he could maneuver them into the correct position if he had to. That and he'd had some gun handling experience from the academy.