Mark grinning at the word 'cannibals' didn't help matters much for Eric as he watches Mark and the heavily armed stranger holding each other at gunpoint. He can hear the mechanical wine of the stranger's mini-gun, and knows it's enough noise to draw attention.<br/><br/>Eric feels something, a slight change in the air. He knows what's going to happen and turns his full attention towards the window. Even over the conversation in the background he can hear what sounds like the groan of bending steel just outside the window...<br/><br/>"Not good..." he thinks and takes off his Aviator sunglasses, his lifeless black eyes penetrating the darkness...