Flint was running, gritting his teeth as he shoved his revolver in his jacket and removed the cotton bandage from the satchel on his side, circling his head as the shooting behind him stopped and Adrian caught up with them asking for names and how to load the firearm he was holding. Flint didn't answer his teeth too clamped down to stop himself yelling out from his injury. He just grabbed adrians rifle and opened the bolt pointing to where the ammunition would normally be inserted but then looking confused as it was no ordinary bolt action, they ended up where twix and flint had first met "Where the hell is he now.." Flint wondered