Having wove and dodged through the traffic at speeds and maneuvers that'd get him arrested anywhere else, Scott ramped the Hummer onto the pavement, shouting apologies, threats and urges to get away while hammering the horn. The hummvee took out more than one item of street furniture, and crashed through a few piles of street debris and rubbish left by the side of the road, before he thumped them back onto the road surface. 
The heavy .50 hammered over his head, and the SAS Trooper grimaced at the sound, leaning over the wheel as he jockeyed the accelerator and brake to match speed with the Merc as Jan opened fire. He gently guided the wheel, avoiding the debris flying off the back of the car, before Jan's words snapped into his consciousness
[QUOTE]"Scott, fucking hit them! Eyes in the passenger footwell, they're going for it!"[/QUOTE]
"Hang on to something!" He yelled, and slammed his foot to the floor, the Hummvee's big engine snarling as it leapt forward. He aimed the ram bars directly at the broadside of the passenger compartment and braced for the inevitable jarring impact with the sedan. 
The next thing he knew, the world became a cacophony of screaming metal, snarling engines and shattering glass, and he was slammed forward in the seatbelt, arms in front of his face.