"[b]Stangely enough...[/b]" [i]Jackson said, his voiced slightly strained as the satchel envelops his arm and he rummages. Pulling out, he takes the ancient gun in both hands, looking up at Wilson.[/i] "[b]...I've used that one before. Giant rats in some hellhole of a bar some time ago. Here you are, then.[/b] [i]He hands it up to the man, stock first.[/i]