Point Blank

Alex leapt forward, diving into the next slope.  At the same time, there was a sudden chatter, a series of distant cracks, and the snow leapt up all around him.  Grief's men had machine guns built into their snowmobiles!  Alex yelled at her swooped down the mountainside, barely able to control the sheet of metal under his feet.  The makeshift binding was tearing at his ankles.  The whole thing was vibrating crazily.  He couldn't see.  He could only hang on, trying to keep his balance, hoping the way ahead was clear.

He had to get off the mountainside.  Otherwise he would be shot or run over.  Or both