BANG! BANG! BANG!
And yes, I’ve underreported the number of shots for the sake of brevity. In fact, they hurt my sensitive ears. In fact, they hurt my sensitive flesh. Then again, I was wearing my bulletproof suit, so the pain was minimal. Well, minimalish. I mean, a speeding bullet still hurts like a sonofabitch when it slams into you, even when it doesn’t pierce on through.
In other words, I’d had enough, and so I rolled out from my hiding place and hit them from below. They promptly tripped and fell over one another, their guns rapid-firing into the ceiling, lighting up the small space we were crowded into as sure as a strobe light show. Tables crashed, guns continued to fire, men screamed and shouted and cursed. None of these, however, were the sounds I was listening to.