Peter nodded at Jason and started the van. He wanted to get out of here as fast as possible. These warehouses seemed to be falling apart - Wait a minute.
He shoved the door open and reached around, pulling his shotgun out. He dove across the van, bringing his Jericho up as he ran towards them. It was too dark for him to get a decent view of what they were being attacked by. He plunged his left hand into his jacket, pulling out a stake. This was not good.