Predator Concrete Jungle 20

He pulled the trigger, and the rocket spat out of the tube.

"...there!"

A fraction of a second later the boom of the RPG echoed from the buildings on either side, and shrapnel rained down across Third Avenue, rattling off asphalt and taxicabs. The sound woke the dozing hoods; hands grabbed for weapons, heads whirled. For a moment after the flash everyone in the garage entryway glimpsed the outline of the ship, flickering above the streets in a shower of blue sparks and burning rocket fragments; then it vanished again, to everyone but Schaefer.

"Didn't do much more than scratch the paint," he said, "but I didn't expect any better. At least that should get their attention!" He took off the mask and waved to the others.-pg.243 chpt.33