The gun sounded like a cannon going off and for Guy it felt like it too; his hand would feel like he'd just punched a cement wall and the kickback was so great he'd have a hard time keeping the thing in his hands. But one shot was all it took to cause the two front tires of the jet to explode and push it along on it's rims with sparks flying, turning away from the runway. The sound of scraping metal was heightened with the front undercarriage snapped from the extra strain brought on by the resistance, the jet slamming it's nose down onto the sports car and crushing it.
When the plane tipped forward Simon was thrown back-first into the windows as they shattered. The pilot was sent tumbling out through the opening as Chloe was knocked loose, though all things considered the two were a lot better off than they could have been since it wasn't that far of a fall and as oddly as it sounds the car did break the impact a bit.
The sirens of fire engines and security vehicles started to grow louder as the plane's turbines started shutting down. It looked like Simon wasn't going anywhere. The explosive bolts on the plane's hatch blew off, the yellow ladder inflating automatically and flapping against the ground.
"You fuckin' idiots! I try to be nice, I try to be civil and you just have to go and ruin everything!" Simon appeared in the doorway, leaning against one side for support. His forehead was bleeding, one of his eyes was swollen shut and there was blood coming out of his mouth. His suit was absolutely ruined, blood soaked through the fabric everywhere and his shirt was untucked.
"And now a whole bunch of people are gonna have to die. And it's all your fault, heroes." In the crash, some of the military boxes must have slid forward because he weakly hefted a rather nasty looking
grenade launcher, turning to point it at the emergency vehicles rushing toward them.