He knew there had to be a better way to kill, a faster way to disperse the enemy. He would have to find a way to produce a weapon that would not only be quicker to load, but that would allow more shots per load. It all revolved around technology. Everything revolved around making a better use of technology. If the enemy had to find the time to pour the powder, pack the wadding, place the cap, aim and fire each time, the simple remedy was a revolver. But how many bullets should it hold? Five? six? Would seven prove to be too much? He thought of the shape of a honey comb-perfect.