"Nowhere." I put two rounds in the driver's chest, my silenced HK .45 making puffing sounds. I finish with a round to the head, leaving a spray through the back of the skull. I don't police the brass; I made certain to load the clip with rubber gloves earlier. I tuck the weapon away and draw an incendiary from an overly large pocket. I prime the explosive and toss it through the open window even as I walk away. I don't wait or look back for the explosion. I tuck my heads in my pockets and whistle a tune, ignoring the screams and the smell of burning flesh behind me.