It would have been impossible for the gunfight to go unnoticed in the peaceful suburban area. Petrov figured they had less than ninety seconds to get clear. He and his men had opened fire on Wyatt’s SUV in plain daylight. Wyatt had gone one direction, then been herded to Petrov’s end of the street where he peppered the vehicle with hot metal. He continued walking toward the SUV, hammering it with a fresh magazine of bullets as the Audi changed direction again. Only when Wyatt shot through the metal gates did Petrov spin around and hurriedly return to his sedan. Once inside, he stepped on the gas in an attempt to catch up to the fleeing target. Wyatt’s gate had closed too quickly, though, and the iron supports would have done more damage to Petrov’s car than the other way around. He was forced to slam on his brakes and back out of the driveway entrance. The man playing the role of the plumber limped over to Petrov’s car, dragging his bloody leg behind him.
