Only a moment had passed since the first gunshot rang out. Phil’s men were confused about what to do, but they wouldn't be for long. They would realize soon enough they could just kill Silas and the others before turning their attention to the primary threat. Gotta make a move.
Phil was looking over his shoulder toward the rear of the group. Silas reached down and grabbed him by the balls. This was the second time today he had grabbed somebody’s balls; he hoped it didn’t say something about his psyche. With his other hand he grabbed Phil’s shoulder, digging his fingers in. He lifted the incredibly heavy crime lord and then, using him like a battering ram, he charged into the group of soldiers too distracted by what was behind them to notice the freight train barreling down on them.
