This is the first story ive written for sometime, its nothing to do with Fl, but there is no where to put it, so here it is, i just want some feedback.

A car thundered down the road, disturbing pools of reflected neon from the buildings above after the rain which had been falling for most of the day. The cars squealed to a stop, its brakes protesting for a few seconds with a small cloud of smoke. Four shadowy figures stepped out of the car. As if the weather itself knew of this group and its plans, a huge bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, and hit a building nearby, causing a power failure for half of the town.

Without wasting a second, one of the group opened the boot of the car, and retrieved something resembling play dough, which he then placed over the lock, he set the timer for thirty seconds, as if on cue, the group retreated behind the car. The doors swang open like the arms of two lovers, only with more violence and sparks.