Lucky and his men arrived at the scene, Jamison stepped out of the van carrying his pickaxe, and Lucky asked him, “Do you need a gun?” “This will do,” Jamison replied as he lifted his pickaxe and waved it. They headed to the blown vehicles to check it out, Lucky said to his comrade, “radio our men.” His comrade brought out his walkie to radio their men; as he was about speaking he was shot in the hand. The rest of them quickly duck behind the vehicle as Jamison asked, “Who is shooting at us huh?” “It can’t be our men,” Lucky replied. “Then I guess it is not too late to ask for a gun,” Jamison said. Lucky passes his side pistol to Jamison. Jamison crouches to their men shot, he brought out his handkerchief and tied it on the man’s hand, and said, “Put pressure on it.” “Who still carries han
