Bennington pressed the hexagon shaped barrel to the mans temple wrinkled temples. Their eyes met in between the cry of the blast sending a brief vibration up his arm and jerked him back. The man slumped to the side, slowly collapsing. The cloud were grey with a slight wash of white mist that slowly cascaded beyond the rolling barren fields. He returned to the car parked on the road side as the first droplets of rain began to fall.