"Problems!" Baz calls, ripping open a drawer full of gas masks. "He's nicked a rifle and some gas! MASKS ON YOU WAZZOCKS!" He growls, strapping a gas-mask on and pulling a pair of .50 revolvers from the racks. He snarls, strapping on some infra-red goggles so he can see through the gas. "LIEUTENANT!" he growls. "You are a very stupid individual. We... this slayer cult... you an I fight fer the same thing. Ye got once chance- either ye put that rifle down... or... I turn ye over to Jania, for her to get some private entertainment...."