"Seriously, back down. I could be doing much better things like focusing on the amount of patients and dead players around me." He spoke, spinning the revolver. Filling the ammo as he does with his somewhat strange abilities of science and medical work mix in between.

He placed his hand over his eyepatch, feeling the cold metal that oddly enough comforted him with his warm hands. He knelt down, setting the suitcase down. Digging into it and trying to find the right object. "Fuck!"