Meanwhile, Jacob didn't really have anything else to arm himself with except a knife, a thin suit of carbon fiber, a submachine gun and a plasma pistol. His real strength was with the Crimson Fang. He stepped into the pilot's cabin, bypassed the DNA code to access the engine, and put on his helmet.

[Opening.....]
[Syncing Flight Helmet 2858256.....]
[Helmet Synced.]
[Welcome to the Crimson Fang's Holographic Interface, Acrobat.]
[Hull Integrity.........100%.]
[Inner Shield........100%.]
[Outer Shield.......96%.]
[i]96%?[/i] 
Oh. It must've been from the last time he used it.
[Gatling Gun..........2000000000/2000000000.]
[Left Missile Pod.....10/10.]
[Right Missile Pod.....10/10.]
"Computer, set a course for the Lucky Devil Casino."
[Finding destination.....]
[Destination set.]
"Alright, brethren. All aboard!"