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Damian reopened his eyes and looked up"Thank god "he said with a smile seeing her and now knowing that someone else hadn't died because of him.But he was still low on energy and had lost a lot of blood. Although he was scared he knew he would find his family on the other side and embraced the feeling. Five seconds later he blacked out and accepted the cold fingers of death that awaited him.

Damian awoke and said "man my head hurts " before realising that the healer lay beside him.He tried to shake her awake and even yelled her name but she wouldn't wake.Looking at his arm he said "i just know she doesn't want to see those memories" as he thought about the night his parent's died.He then carrier her up a tree and lay her down on a very thick and sturdy branch.After that he jumped down and pulled out his desert eagle.Anyone who wanted a quick snack would have to go through him.

Damian realising that something could sneak past him he jumped up and watched to make sure no one or no thing came near her.

Jacob had decided that he'd gotten bored, and walked out of the shadows that he kept time in for most of the night. "You. You aren't thinking of causing any trouble, now are you?" he asked, in Vosa's general direction.

((Altered Human))
"Well, that may be, but I can't have people getting hurt on my watch. I mean you no ill will, but if you insist on creating a situation where innocent people might get hurt," he said as he drew the Calico 960 out of his satchel, "I'll have to get serious." An iron filled his gaze as he prepared himself for the worst.

((Gun note: Calico 960 is a submachine gun with a clip capacity of 50 or 100 bullets, that fires 9x19mm Parabellum rounds. Para Bellum is German for "Prepare for War".))

Jacob grinned, and simply backflipped over Vosa. "I'm merely attempting to keep the peace. I told you I mean you no ill will. But continue your hostile actions, and I will be regrettably forced to open fire." he said, aiming the Calico. "Don't take me lightly, I am....different."

((But killing you would take some of the fun out of this...))

Jacob pulled the Calico down just barely avoiding a service ending blow to the gun. He stashed it in the satchel, and instead drew his Benelli M4, and held it in a manner so as not to inspire hostility, but so as to intimidate the subject into peace. "You have a grievance, we do this peacefully. What'd he shoot you with? Pistol, shotgun, rifle? We can do this all night."

((Gun note: The Benelli M4 Super 90 is a "combat shotgun", which uses the ARGO system[auto regulating gas operated], and is classified as semi-automatic. No need to pump. No need to let go of the trigger. The M1014 is currently in use, but for us, Jacob has gotten his hands on a M11707, which has a collapsable stock. Shortens the shotgun by eight inches, better for maneuverability. Loaded with Sabot Slugs, which can cut into an engine block. 12 gauge.))

((Got that right.))
Jacob saw the wound, and recognized a field dressing when he saw one. "Did you dress the wound yourself, or did a medic do it?" he asked, slinging the shotgun over his back. "Do you know what calibre of bullet he used? With that I'm going to guess either .45 ACP hollow point, or a .44 magnum. .45 magnum, maybe. But that depends on if he can get his hands on them, as they haven't been manufactured for a while. At least, not publicly." He drew one of his silenced M1911A1s and checked the magazine. 7 bullets in the magazine, and one in the pipe. Just how he loaded it.

((Gun note: Colt M1911A1 was the service pistol for the US Armed forces until replaced by the Beretta M92S, which jammed severely, and was subsequently replaced by the M92FS. Jacob's Colts fire .45 ACP hollow point rounds, specifically hydrashocks, a type of hollow point that has a small rod in the center of the hollow, which shatters while the round mushrooms. The barrels have been extended to allow for silencers.))