Kig stopped in his tracks mid-step, his heart skipping a beat at the sound of the Magnum. In all honesty, he was confused as to why the stranger didn't already have the gun loaded. Either way, his life was in danger and this didn't bode well for him. He slowly raised his hands into the air, really not wanting to get shot that day. Up until then things had been going relatively well, and a bullet in his back would likely ruin it all.