[i]I slowly place my rifle on the ground, keeping my hands far away from my Pistol holster. The last thing I wanted to do was piss off this man. Yeah, my own armor could protect me somewhat, but my armor versus Wilson's was me a bet I'd be willing to place. [/i] "It has something to do with his Father." [i]I state, keeping my hands raised. That shotgun did not look pleasant. [/i]