Jack had a smile on his face like always, despite the situation. He was in deep and things looked bad. Yet Jack was calm, laughing inside, just like he always was. One could say he was incapable of worrying about a bad spot. Gunfire flew over the rock he had taken cover behind, pinning him to the spot. The desert bandits were relentless and determined to kill him, but Jack kept on laughing. When the fire stopped he popped up from cover, firing a shot into the bandit ranks with his rifle and sending a bullet into a grunt’s brain. The retaliation was swift and Jack had to duck down to avoid a second round of gunfire. Jack kept on laughing.

It had started so simply. Jack had been traveling with a caravan through Vulcan on his way north when it was attacked by raiders. Jack had taken off into the dunes the moment the caravan began to be overrun, looking for a more defensive position. Like he had expected the raiders followed, leading him into his current predicament. Nonetheless, Jack laughed, just like always. If this was the end, he’d die with a smile on his face.

Looking for a way out, Jack reached into his coat, pulling 3 bullets. One had a grey band around it, while the other 2 had a red one. A smoke round and two explosive ones. Jack loaded them into his rifle and waited for the gunfire to die down. The moment it did he struck. Raising from his cover he fired a smoke round between him and the bandits. A thick cloud quickly erupted, covering the battlefield. Forcing another round into chamber Jack then fired a shot into the enemy position. An explosion erupted, followed by screams. Quickly loading the next round Jack fired again, causing a second explosion.

Taking advantage of the confusion Jack leapt to the side and took off down the nearest dune. He wasn’t stupid and knew he couldn’t win against that many bandits. Looking behind him he found a few bandits had regained there senses and had plowed through the smoke, giving chase when the found Jack had fled. Jack returned his rifle to it’s place and drew one of his revolver, firing off two quick shots. Two raiders were knocked off there feet, leaving one left to give chase.

Then disaster. Jack tripped, tumbling down a dune. He came to rest at the base, covered in sand, with a revolver pointed at his face.

“Game over.” the bandit said, beginning to pull the trigger. However the bandit couldn’t fire. Jack had grabbed the cylinder of the revolver, preventing it from spinning and thus preventing a shot. “Sorry, chap.” Jack exclaimed, firing his own revolver into the bandits chest with his free hand. Jack quickly stood up, dusting himself off, before running further into the desert.