048 [spoiler]*nods..walks over and opens the locked wardrobe in the corner to retrieve his trusty Thompson .45 and locates the drum mag labeled "those days" with a sticky note and walks towards the window and opens it...a cool breeze drifting into the fifth floor office a few loose papers flutter from the nearby large oak desk...the drum clicks into place invoking memories of fire and mud aiming towards the moon...a shining crescent caught on dark clouds... cold steel turns hot accompanied by a thunderous roar...the purpose build hexed rounds tearing through the time stream to help resolve a few problems for someone somewhen somewhere....[/spoiler]