"I've been on the receiving end of that .50, and let me tell you, it's no fun." [i]I chucked, pulling my shirt up to reveal three golf-ball sized scars walking up from my abdomen to my upper torso, all of them evenly spaced.[/i] "That's why I wear armor now." [i]I look over at Wilson. [/i] "You certainly haven't lost your prowess."