[i]Jason very suddenly came to a stumbling stop, quite literally flying off his feet. Then, hoe thrusters kicked in, making him spin completely and land on his feet, only to sink knee deep in the snow. The Russian slid his Gauss rifle into a leather sheath on his back, and grabbed the butt of a worn assault rifle, swiftly sliding it out of its holster. He aimed at the ghost people, the grey gun shining dimly in the moonlight, before spraying a volley of thirty 5.56x45 bullets, each of them explosive, at the ghosts. [/i]