Eric climbs into the crew cab of the large truck. With Kirche ripping apart the dash board and Scicle jury-rigging a machine gun onto the truck, he can't help but think of several action movies he'd seen. Unsure what to do to help, he checks the bullets in the 38., double checking to see if he'd replaced the blanks.<br/>"They're real" He whispers with a smile and spins the revolver's cylinder before slapping it back into place...