"Come out or I'll shoot." Booker calls to whoever is currently hiding in the brush, loading his gun as he speaks. The unknown person stands from their hiding place, his face hidden by the shadows. Unfortunately, Booker didn't see the man's gun. "Damn grave robbers think you can do whatever the hell you--Aagh!" Booker yells in pain as a bullet clips him in the left arm. The robber uses this moment of shock and makes a run for it. Booker fires a few shots, but realizes that he's simply wasting ammunition as the man moves out of range. He quickly puts his gun away and begins applying pressure to his left arm, the pain spreading in his body.