Jonathan steps out from behind the truck. "Drop your weapons! Now! Or by God, I'll take your heads off!" Adrenaline courses through Jonathan's veins, the shotgun set into his right shoulder and his right check resting on the synthetic stock. Steady...steady...don't show them you have never done this before! Both fear and guilt assail Jonathan, his oaths as a medical practioner coming to mind. He intentionally leaves the safety on, hoping the two men can't see it covered up by his right hand and trigger finger.