Oh, for crying out loud. I’d never get the second— trank gun! I had a trank gun. I pulled it out of the pouch on the side of my backpack, levelled it at the second Quinlan who was just coming into view, and dropped him. Then I pointed down at my first victim—I hoped the close range wouldn’t create a problem—and put one into his butt. Amazingly, he found just enough breath to shriek in pain and very probably mortification.