The gunshots rang out, echoing off the narrow alley.
Dalton was pinned behind an old Le Sabre. Shot out glass littered the ground; he had numerous small cuts from when it had shattered.
The men firing at him stood were using a van as cover. In what seemed to Dalton to be remarkably cliché, they took turns leaning out from behind cover to shoot at each other.
After a few moments, an idea came to Dalton. He fired once more to keep them behind the van. Then, he dropped to the ground, ignoring the glass, and fired into their feet.
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