Susan grabbed at the door handle, pulled the latch, and pushed at the door.
    Nothing happened.
    “Goddamnit!” Aiming her weapon, Susan fired a single shot at the door window. An unholy scream from outside leaked in through the window's new hole.
    Kitt was forced to cover his ears. “What in the hell!?” A low, deep humming filled the air.
    There was no time to respond. A sickening thud turned the single bullet hold into a large crack in the window. Blood smeared the glass. Another thud. The crack grew. A third. A bloodied hand broke through the glass, reaching at air. Susan fired another shot, causing the hand to dissapear out the window, its owner howling.
    Without hesitation, she pushed the door open and slammed it shut in a single motion, leaving Kit alone in the limo. The vehicle shook again a couple of times. Gunfire and howling meshed together to form a cacophonous orchestra of mortality. With each bullet fired, the limo's movements slowed a bit more, as if each shot was robbing the vehicle itself of life.