Brand pops out from cover briefly, just enough to squeeze off a shot with the revolver that had appeared in his room months ago. He's got good aim and hits one of the remaining guards dead on -- but there's no blood, and the guard doesn't drop. Instead, he starts...dancing. Like he's in the middle of some kind of flash mob or a meme. He's not going to be of much help to his fellows, not for another five minutes.

And Brand's got five more bullets in this stupid thing.

"Ass-pats later, let's get through that fucking door!"