You try to shut out sounds that may distract you, taking your time, stripping the starter wire just the amount needed. You receive a few shocks, but none major.
But a flashlight shining through the window breaks your hopes the moment you are done. 'Hands on your head,' the order comes.
There is no way you are simply going to give up now. You raise the shotgun, and put a round in his chest. They heard it; you need to escape. Now. But there is one obstruction in your path; the steering lock.