Mason raised his rifle as well, finger on the trigger. He kept his eyes downrange, finger on the trigger. He most certainly did not want to die today. "No, I'm not," he growled. "And keep your damn voice down. I don't wanna attract any more of those Zulu Bravos, then I [i]will[/i] be bitten, and you will be too. Definitely a lose-lose situation.

"Let's make a deal. I'll put my gun away if you do. Then we can either talk this out, or kill each other like civilized human beings. You know, with knives and bare hands."