Maeda ducked for cover as Daniels kicked open the Gun Shop door he just shot through. “I d-don’t think…I don’t think we should…” the Japanese scientist stammered. Before he could finish his thought, Daniels turned 180 degrees, took three paces and stopped inches from Maeda’s face. “You want it to be one way.” “What?” “You want it to be one way.” “H-hey man I d-didn’t…c’mon…stop saying tha-” “But it’s the other way.” Maeda couldn’t run, so his bladder ran for him.