images flashed through his instantly adrenalized brain as he turned to run not everyone from the front of the car had made it to the rear ; the first to be shot lay where theyd fallen like the korean guy , maybe sandys age , with rust-colored hair and a nike swoosh on his cap , sprawled on the red-splattered floor , facing sandy with his headphones still on his ears , blood leaking from his nose , and black eyes staring into the beyond like the heavy black woman in the two-piece sleeveless gray suit over a black polka dotted white blouse with starched pristine cuffs , lying face down , still twitching as the last of her life ran out from under her wig and stained the copy of rolie polie olie that had spilled from her barnes and noble bag or the others whod hit the deck and now huddled and crouched and cringed between seats , holding up their hands palm out as if to stop the bullets , and pleading for mercy but they were asking the wrong guy , because the man with the guns was tuned to some other frequency as he shuffled along the aisle , swinging his pistols left and right and pumping bullets through the silencers .