A moment later, her poor truck smashes into the flaming truck, overturning it, sending the object flying. Airbags deployed, Peter is smothered while Zara claws her way out into a torrential downpour with her two Spetsnaz weapons spewing death. The assassins flee, clearly in a panic. Lightning out of nowhere, and then the truck overturning. Zara shoots as many as she can as she runs to Jean-Paul’s cage, where the downpour is rinsing the gasoline off the good Father, who looks up into a veritable waterfall washing out his eyes.
She takes a defensive position as the remaining mud-covered assassins take cover in the farm. Peter finally claws his way out of the airbag maze, retrieves Rohat’s g*n from the backseat, and slips and slides to Zara’s position. He shows her proudly that he has a g*n.
