Again, Jason proved faster. The Sandler screamed as it pounded slugs into the man. Sam watched as the slugs chewed away cloth and flesh to reveal the implanted armor that had saved the gunman from Jason’s first shot. The impact drove the man back, spinning him out into the aisle. More bullets gnawed at him, pounding their way through his protective plates. He started to collapse, his palm gun firing convulsively, the bullets spanging wildly around the cabin.