"I'm coming with you. Mother, lock the doors and set the alarm. We'll take the van and the Barrett." "Would the Barrett be enough?" Grandma Frida asked. "Isn't he supposed to bounce bullets off of his chest?" "It fires .50 cal at twice the speed of sound. It will hit him before he ever hears the shot." My mother crossed her arms. "I'd like to see him bounce that off his chest."