[i]Bingo. He reloads the rifle, loading in a sabot shot, then a clip full of incendiary phosphorus-tipped rounds. Looking to the barrel, he makes his shot. The small sabot screams through the air, making no sound until it rips through the metal oil canister, rocking it and knocking it on its side. Gasoline begins leaking out over a large swath of ground. [/i]