Angela could see the man was doomed...the rate of bleeding alone was enough to be lethal, outside of a trauma center.  "Got to get to the cabin, get the Mossberg," he muttered as blood flowed from his mouth.  "Get the Guard out here."  He coughed.  Angela could see at least three arrows sticking from his abdomen.  "Need machine guns.  Where's Tina?  Tina?"  He tried to sit up urgently, found he couldn't.