@ Santi:  For Santi there was no automatic fire - this was a special Derringer that held four .357 rounds and the first bucked, but it wasn't hard for the bullet to find a chest at point blank nonetheless.  Within moments, the rooftop was cleared, the securing militants all in writhing, crying, screaming heaps.  Thick armor didn't save you from such a blow so close.  In the back seat, Tim holds down Shari with trembling hands, then shuffles through the compartments for things of use.  The rotors start to spin, picking up speed.  Baldy doesn't yet seem to be having a problem getting in gear.<br/><br/>@ Jori:  It spasms and trembles under the onslaught of the lightning and ice, and lurches upright, pissed, missing a large cracked chunk that had frozen and broken free...