The trucker looked at the girl with the gun.  There was only six feet between them, much too short of a distance to use a ranged weapon in.  "Sure," he said, "Really poor choice of words, though."  The trucker released Guy, dropping him out the back of the door, and jumped at the girl, reaching for the gun.  At this distance she'd have next to no time to react to him.  He briefly wondered if she had super speed or reflexes, but it was too late to stop now.

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Guy managed to grab onto the tie-down strap so that he didn't hit the road, but his feet were only a few inches from the road.  Squeezing the strap even tighter with his left hand, he pointed his right towards the ground and shot out a Repulsion beam, throwing himself back into the truck.  "Yeah, I gotta go with Asshole on this." he said, panting slightly. "really poor choice of words."