Bane pulls out the revolver and looks it over.  "Well, I WOULD have, but you'll probably put it to better use." He flips open the chamber - three left - pulls out the empty casing, sliding in a half-moon loader, and pulling it free.  He snaps it shut with a single flick of his wrist and spins the chambers for good measure before tossing it to sarge, and perking his ears up, listening intently.