"Thought so."

This particular dude fell onto his shotgun. It's your standard pump-action, from the looks of it - not bad, but nothing to write home about, either. Voodoo picks it up and works the pump once, twice, thrice.

"-no freakin' way."

He picks up one of the shells, turning it this way and that in his hand.

"These shells have military lot numbers and branding. The hell did these guys get Army kit?"