"Some help would be appreciated.. Keira, Ling, Chloanne, Jason.." [i]Luke muttered to himself, aiming his assault rifle at the Rider again, and emptying his mag entirely - meaning that he just fired about ninety ordinary 5.56x45 bullets at the man-thingy before him, a determined expression on his face. He was gonna get out of here, or die trying - and the last one wasn't even an option to him. [/i]