"Can we-" the thing, and he barely registered it was there, sped across his field of view. His hand unconsciously drawn to his hip, as if he had something there. But he was only grasping at empty air. He had a brief flash of himself holding a black, squarish object glock 41. .45 ACP 13 round magazine How did he... He had to kill that thing. He lunged forward, snarling, with fangs bared