Voodoo rolls his eyes, but he smiles in turn as he rounds up the rest of his gear. "Yeah, yeah, act like you're the first to take that shot."

Going outside without the M60 is unthinkable. Not only would it be embarrassing as hell to get into a firefight with only his pistol at his side, but he's so accustomed to it that it's only a minor exaggeration to say it's an extension of his body.

"Okay," Voodoo says as they descend the steps out onto the snowy Manhattan streets. "You know it. You take point."