Chuck is sitting down and puts up his hands in surrender, taking quick panicky breaths.

Calm down, he thinks to himself. Maybe another flash can get us out of this?

A couple of quick seconds pass, and he's focused now. A quick swipe with his right leg manages to knock the gun out of the kidnapper's hand. Chuck grabs the gun quickly and points it back at him.

"Not so stupid now, is it?" Chuck retorts, though he's showing a bit of his discomfort holding the gun.