Can it be that it was all so simple then?

You raise the .45 and crank off two perfectly placed shots into the windshield. The car jerks hard to the left, spinning toward you, before accelerating into the wall. You jump out of the way, hitting the pavement hard and barely holding onto your gun while smacking your forehead onto the pavement. Your wounds are taking a lot out of you. You struggle to your feet. The car is head first into the wall, steam flowing from under the hood. A goon is rounding the corner behind the bar, shooting wildly in your direction...