050 [spoiler]*...the roar and flash struggle in vain as the dark alleys devour the now distant echoes...and only the scent of sulfur and steel remain...the drum mag now empty is tossed to the desk next to an "old" typewriter with the rifle resting barrel still glowing leans on the window sill to cool...and the figure now examines the drum mag... Along the edge runes glow in a faded orange light...under his breath... "one timeline one hit..." [/spoiler]