With a bit of an insulted huff, Jesse's fingers flex around the gun. "'You better be a good shot,' he says. 'You better be a good,'" and he stands suddenly, peers around the side of the car and fires off his first shot, clips one guy in the arm, "'shot!'" And he's back behind the car, breathing heavily.

Okay, so he's not that good. He recalls that one time way back, shooting with Mike. But beyond that all he's got under his belt are video games, and they're good in theory and all but they're not exactly A-grade for teaching someone how to shoot properly, particularly when his adrenaline's going and there's people shooting back at him.

"There's four guys over there, man, I don't know what kinda odds you think we're lookin' at here but I ain't exactly got myself high fuckin' hopes for us!"