The news struck Evan pretty hard.  "Point man!?"  He asked, knowing he'd follow orders, and that he'd be pretty good at it.  But he sure didn't like it.   On the other hand, they had silver bullets, and as long as he could muster the adreneline to run away, the gunship would probobly turn the entire family into swiss cheese.  Swiftly regaining his composure, Evan gave the captain an awkward salute.  "If I go home in a box, I'm so haunting your ass."  He hissed with a smile, hoping he'd have his hands on the damned silver bullets soon enough to start clinging to them like a security blanket.<br/><br/><br/>Gear Evan plans on taking:<br/><br/>Shotgun loaded with 8 silver slugs and equipped with illuminator<br/>Revolver, loaded with hollow point bullets<br/>16 conventional slugs<br/>2 dragonbreath shells<br/>6 silver bullets in a speedloader<br/>speedloader with AP bullets<br/>8 glowsticks<br/>2 flares<br/>2 flashlights<br/>combat knife<br/>radio<br/>3 lighters<br/>cigars<br/>30 ft. of rope<br/>cell phone<br/>handcuffs<br/>20 zip ties<br/>4 smoke grenades<br/>pepper spray<br/>2 MREs<br/>Ipod and Headphones + Speakers