((lol, I'm not planning on killing him. Not yet at least... MWAHAHAHAHA!!! Seriously though, I'm not going to kill him.))
"There were... three, maybe four. They had guns but they were... they looked funny... Something about them almost made them look like toys... They..." His eyes widened. "Oh my God, they shot me!" He began to breath more rapidly, his eyes looking around the ambulance.
"Warehouse twenty one clear." He stepped back outside and shrugged, wishing he could just get into a big, dramatic, Hollywood style shootout at times like this in stead of dealing with all this looking around for criminals who had probably escaped.