EXT – day – the cab of a light truck driving down the road in an industrial area.
Allonia and Kaminski are sitting in the cab, talking, with Kaminski driving. Kaminski is out of uniform. Allonia is wearing a snug but not overly tight turtle-neck and pants.Kaminski: You’re sure you want to do this so soon after…?
Allonia: Yes, I’m fine. Really. I talked a long time with Kat. It’s OK.
Kaminski: Usually it takes a while to really work through something like that.
Allonia: Stop worrying! I’m good. I know what he did was wrong, and what I did was right. As Kat said, he killed himself by choosing to do something stupid. I just happened to be the one that had to make sure he won’t do it to anyone else, ever again. The world is a better place for it.
Kaminski: I know the training squad was better for it. All kinds of lessons for them, there.
Allonia: It was weird.
Cut to a scene showing the action in the garden with Darch in silent B&W slow-motion, as Allonia describes it, with her words as voice over
Allonia: (cont) (VO) He came at me, said we should be alone together, and then it was like everything suddenly moved in slow motion – his lips moved, but no sound came out. I don’t remember seeing anything but him starting to get undressed as he got closer. When he was close enough, I grabbed his knife and stuck it in him, and he just stood there. I though I must have done something wrong and just hit his body armor, so I grabbed his gun, and he STILL just stood there with a goofy expression on his face, with his lips moving but no words. I shot him, but the gun didn’t make any noise, and he just stood there, looking surprised. I waited FOREVER for him to fall, so I though there must be something wrong with the ammunition, so I shot until I started to see blood, and I stopped and waited for him to fall over, and he STILL just stood there like a post. I wanted some room, so I gave him a kick, and he seemed to just leap into the air and drift across the room like we were in space, and then bounced slowly off the bench onto the floor. So I just stood there covering him until you guys showed up an hour later.
Cut back to the interior of the vehicle.
Kaminski: Classic tachypsychia, tunnel vision, and auditory exclusion. Sounded like an auto-pistol to me.
Allonia: Yes, Kat explained it to me. I’m sorry he did what he did, but (shrug) choices have consequences. I’ll never forget it, but I’m not going to punish myself for defending myself effectively. Maybe with more training, I’ll be less of a target, and I won’t have to ever do that again.
Kaminski: Sounds like a healthy attitude. Not one most come to so easily. That’s what my dad always said: if you ever DO have to shoot in self-defense, make the most of it- shoot anyone that needs shooting, as many times as you have too. No point in doing a half-assed job of saving yourself. OK, if you’re sure… And, here we are.
The truck pulls into a parking spot. Allonia and Kaminski get out of a vehicle and stand in front of a large ware-house-like building with only a couple of windows in a dusty industrial district, with widely spaced industrial buildings, some with small offices in front. There are a several vehicles parked in the large parking lot, but it’s far from full. The sign over the door says “Cobb’s School of Public Relations”
Allonia: I thought we were going to find more comfortable gun for me?
Kaminski: And this is THE place to go.
Kaminski retrieves a small satchel, closes the truck door, and they walk up to the building’s front door and go in.
(continuous) They walk into a large, well-lit showroom, with glass cases all around full of guns, and lots of guns hanging on the wall. To one side there are windows and a door with prominent words “Range Area – Ears & Eyes Required”. There are all sizes and shapes of guns – long guns, handguns, belt fed, a couple of tripod mounts on display, a remote-control auto-cannon displayed, and the “menu” reader-board showing specials of the week list things like “Zombie Apocalypse Pack – belt fed 12 ga with RC mount and 1000-round belt for only 1999!” and “Buy a case of ammo, get free range pass!” and “25mm Rifle Grenade classes starting next Tuesday – sign up now!” There are many small stacks of cases and half-empty shelves with boxes of ammo.
Kaminski leads Allonia over to the counter near the range area, where a young lady is behind the counter.
Vera: Hey, stranger! Hope you’re not here for another large-case order. Supplies are tight.
Kaminski: Hey, yourself, Vera! New shooter today- needs the beginning decider package.
Vera: Great! Always glad to get someone the right fit in feminine protection. (quietly to Allonia) He know his stuff – listen to him. At least when it comes to guns. Good to see you came more properly dressed than that one.
Vera nods down the counter, where at the far end a very artificially-enhanced and heavily made up young woman in a very low-cut top and spray-on-tight pants stands, hanging on the arm of an older man looking at guns and shooting supplies.
Kaminski: (quietly) She looks pretty well-equipped to me.
Allonia glares at him a bit as if to say “Men!”
Vera: (dryly) Yeah. Equipped with a great double-breasted brass catcher.
Kaminski: (defensively) That’s what I meant.
Vera: Yeah. Riiight.
Kaminski: (quietly aside to Vera) Five gets you ten we get a brass-dance on the first mag.
Vera: No dice. Not with THAT much cleavage. OK, then. Know what you want to start with?
Allonia looks at them like they are speaking a different language.
Kaminski: (getting back to the task at hand) Well, she’s already done a bit of shooting – I think we’ll start in the middle and work our way out. How about a Duty 9mm?
Vera: Good choice, right here.
Kaminski waves his wallet/ID at a scanner, it beeps, and Vera sets a box of 9mm ammo on the counter along with a gun rug. She opens the gun rug, pulls out a 9mm handgun, drops the mag and checks it to make sure it’s empty, racks the slide to check for a cleared chamber, inserts the empty mag, zips it up.
Vera: Eyes and ears?
Kaminski: Just for her.
Vera reaches under the counter and pulls out a pair of protective eye-ware and ear muffs and hands them Allonia. Kaminski Opens his bag, pulls out similar protection, puts them on, and they head through the double-doors (a “sound-lock”) onto the range.
Angle view from in front of the firing line. Allonia’s hands can be seen holding a pistol, a sleek silvery metallic 9mm. BLAM, she fires. BLAM… BLAM! She sets it down, and shrugs as if to say “eh, OK, I guess.” There are shots from down the line a little ways, BANG! BANG-BANG-BANG! There there is a shriek, and the clatter of a dropped gun.
Cut to view down the firing line, on the shooter-side. The well-dressed floozy is dancing around, brushing at her chest, trying to get something out of her cleavage. She suddenly stops brushing, grabs the bottom edge of her top, pulls up far enough to grab the bottom of her bra, and pulls it out a bit. Two brass cases drop out and clatter onto the floor.
Kaminski: (with a big grin) Brass-branded in the first mag! Fashion is one thing. Common sense is another.
Allonia: (with a smile of understanding, tugging slightly at the collar of her shirt) Aaaahhh. I WONDERED why you were so specific.
Kaminski: Not that I’d MIND you wearing something like that. But NOT at the range.
The floozy and her sugar-daddy get to arguing, Kaminski and Allonia get back to finding the perfect shoot’n iron.
Cut back to a view from in front of the firing line, looking at what Allonia is trying out
Series of shots from same low angle as she tries different guns, taking a shot or two with each.
- Black semi-auto, with a rail under it
- Small stainless steel revolver, shooting with almost no recoil and no flash
- Large SS revolver, longer barrel, huge flash and lots of recoil
- Black polymer semi-auto
- HUGE blued revolver with very long barrel
- Small sleek black plastic semi-auto
- Mid-sized, mid-caliber, shiny revolver
- Futuristic fancy target pistol
- Tiny 22 pocket pistol
- Ugly, blocky polymer pistol with tri-rail, light, laser, micro-bayonet
- Blued 1911 style
- Silvery/stainless long-slide 1911 style with a rail, but no light.
Camera at counter level, looking down the rental counter with Allonia standing at one side with Kaminski, talking with Vera on the other. We can’t see the gun in the box between them that they are talking about.
Allonia: – The small ones are OK, I guess, but they just don’t feel…
Vera: Substantial? Like they aren’t enough to do the job?
Allonia: Yes, exactly!
Kaminski: So you really like that one, eh?
Allonia: It’s kind of plain looking, but it’s comfortable. Good balance, just… FEELS right in my hand.
Kaminski: Well, not what I would have expected, but if you’re sure-
Allonia holds up a target with a dozen or more holes in a good group in the middle.
Allonia: Yes, I’m pretty sure.
Vera: How it feels and shoots REALLY counts. If it’s just LOOKS that bothers you, I’m sure we can dress it up a bit. A bit of engraving or inlay, good leather…
Allonia: I don’t know-
Kaminski: We can look at standard engraving designs and patterns, and if they don’t have something you like with the gunsmith here, we’ll see if maybe Stenson can do something more to your liking.
Allonia: Or maybe SGT Kaushik- I hear he’s pretty good at metal working. I think his Komenagen had something to do with that. OK. Wrap it up – we can figure out what sort of pattern we want after-
Vera: -Not “we.” YOU. It’s YOUR gun, it’s going to be an extension of YOU. YOU pick the pattern YOU want on it. What anyone else thinks is their problem.
Kaminski nods in firm agreement.
Allonia: Right. I will figure out what pattern I want after I see what people can do.
Vera: Absolutely right. Be sure you bring it in when it’s done – I want to see how you dress it up.
Vera and Kaminski nod, agreeing it seems like a good choice. Vera reaches for the box lid, and puts it on.
Fade to black.
[Anyone want to explain the jokes to Ubu52, who said she isn’t familiar with Firefly?]