09-14-2009, 10:01 AM
"Wonderful, one of us I would like to assume. Get him to the car, there's a first aid kit in the trunk, kindly don't touch anything else if it isn't a square box with a huge red cross on it thank you very much," Jake speaks quickly, firmly, and pulls the bolt on his weapon to let it cool, opening the chamber. If one was keeping count, he must have expended nearly fifty rounds before ceasing fire. "Risk worth the reward, kid? Didn't hit you did I? Damn good, looks like you had sense to hit the dirt. There's more of our people in there, I'm sure... dead, or alive. I'm not leaving this spot, the car's sanctified and I'll be damned if some freak bites any of you in the ass from this side of the warehouse." He punctuates his statements by slamming the bolt back on his gun after checking the box magazine and looking fairly satisfied.