If he messed up this timing, he was going to be in a world of hurt. And he'd be lectured later. He just hoped the soles of his boots had enough cushion.

He managed to puff out one breath before he leaped up to avoid the limo's front bumper and grill. He went feet first into the windshield and smacked into the solid divider between the front seat and the stretched out back.

"Unf." He didn't have a lot of time to struggle out of the almost fetal position he landed in on the front seat. The limo would drive over the thugs he knocked out soon. The dead driver was not going to be any help.