Watching his friend die as his intestines spilled onto the manicured grass, Fontecchio coolly and calmly extended both hands as if to embrace the ninjas. Instantly from the belt holster at his waist a ferruled cable snaked upward, a massive pistol attached to the end of the metallic support. The Colt Manhunter slapped into his right palm, automatically firing, and then slammed into his left, firing and returning to the right to fire again. Three of the invisible warriors fell back, their throats crimson geysers.