i looked over my shoulder as a large black truck was pulling into a parking spot in front of the shop . his warm breath brushed my hair as he spoke . he had some kind of machine gun and fired short bursts at the two trucks . look at this , she said quietly , tugging on matthews sleeve . i dont know if thats a good or bad sign , he said as he gave up and put the phone down . `` these must be the rockets moving us , '' she says . 