gordon throws reese in the back. smiles.
gordon's phone beeps. he looks at a text: watch out. cops
gordon is reading his phone: erikson, berg. gordon looks up sharply. considers the uniformed cop nervously fingering his shotgun.
gordon watches berg, mentally tracing the trajectory of his shotgun barrel as berg fiddles with his gun. gordon starts trying to subtly unholster his own weapon.
reese looks from berg to gordon. berg looks at gordon, trembling, the barrel of his gun inching lower in the car.
berg licks his lips, nervous.
as the van jolts with the impact gordon leaps forward, pushing up berg's shotgun barrel, which fires into the roof- gordon smashes berg on the head with his sidearm.