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Gun Club meeting at Blood Gulch Arms

"Attention, Gun Club Members!" Parker looks very pleased with herself. "By permission of Dean Bristow, this week's meeting will take place at the Blood Gulch Arms! The proprietor, Tex, has graciously agreed ~~for a small fee~~ to allow us to use her solid gun-range and examine her merchandise during today's meeting. If you want to take your own weapons along, check them out from the locker, then check them back in at the end of the meeting. Tex said she'd answer questions on her wares, so if you're looking for something, go ahead and ask.

I'll be leaving early for Paris, unfortunately, but have a safe meeting without me."

[Off to Vegas in half an hour! Play nice, guys, and thank Tex for letting us use her range!]

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Tex is currently involved in a staring match with the duck.

John approaches with two cases, and stops short of the shop, watching some sort of android stare at a duck.

No, seriously.

"What the fuck?"

Tex grumbles and turns her attention to Connor. "Something the matter?"

"Wait. Who is this? The gun shop girl?"

"I got a name, kid." Tex replied, rolling her eyes. Not that John could see that.

"You are the gun shop girl. I saw you at the Halloween party at that Wednesday gal's place."

"What is your name? I never caught it."

"Yeah, I dropped in there." she replied cautiously. "Tex."

"And this is you? In armor? It's still you, right? Not some sort of cyborg ~~sent from the future to neuter my mom and give me a retroactive abortion~~?"

"Wicked cool armor."

"Yeah, it's me. ~~And there's no A.I. possesing me this time either.~~" Tex replies, but there's an edge to her voice. "Thanks."

"Just checking. You can never be too sure here on this island."

John gives her the once over.

"Nice. Does it double as a space suit? Doesn't look like there are any obvious gaps, like medieval plate or Kevlar. When you said 'armor' I was picturing Kevlar and a riot shield, not something like this. Very impressive."

"Yes," Tex replies and possibly straightens up even more. Not that she needs it.

"Very nice. And I suppose that this is highly restricted and classified, and I should be shot on sight just for glimpsing it? How heavy is it? Is it restrictive? How the hell can I get some?"

"And what's up with the duck?"

Tex snorted. "Put the armour out of your head, kid. It'd break every bone in your body."

She sneered at the mention of the duck. "It's a nuissance."

"Dammit. There's gotta be some way to make it applicable. If not the actual suit, then the technology."

John eyed the duck. "Nuisance? It's a duck. What, it quacks in a derogatory manner?"

"There's not," Tex' tone doesn't leave much room for argument.

"It annoys me."

John sighed. "Have any of hte other gun club members shown up yet?"

"And why don't you just take care of the duck if it bothers you?"

"No, you're the only one."

She sounds more cheerful about that. "I got plans."

"Well, great. I was hoping that they'd be here. I won't be able to keep myself in ammo if they won't waste theirs!"

"Do I want to know why you have plans for a duck?"

Tex shrugged. "Maybe they got lost."

"No."

Tex leads the kids up to the armoured door behind her counter. She punches a code into the panel beside the door and mutters something that sounds like "cockbiting fucktards" before it slides open. Stepping aside, she motions for the kids to enter first into the supply room. The room is like a library with weapon racks instead of bookcases and near the end of the room there are a couple of crates with ammo. To the right there is another door.

While you could try to touch any of the weapons, you might want to ask Tex' permission first.

Through the one door in the supply room, you enter the range. The room is as large as the supply room, but it's completely bare except for the solid targets at the other side.

John's been aching to test out his new toy. He takes out the M6D, slips in a clip, and starts firing, continuing to adjust the sights every third shot or so.

Tex watches, appreciating the M6D. She must admit that she'd expected more than one person to turn up.

John fires off another clip, wondering why he was the only here. Had he been set up?

Tex thinks they might have been intimidated by the armour. Not that she cares as she got paid either way.

John wonders how intimidating the armor would be, and how much it would cost to get a set of his own.

He could try asking, but Tex will laugh at him.

John figures that almost any question he'd ask would be met by laughing.

He wonders how derisive her laughter would be if he said he preferred her out of armor.

It's hard to tell with Tex, really.

It's hard to tell what she looks like out of the armor, but wow. Schmooookin. Hrm. P'haps John should think about other things for the moment.

If Tex heard that, she might have agreed that a new train of thought would be a very good idea.

Man, John needs some action.

Tex would advice someone his own age.

John tried that, and she ended up being 40 trapped in a 16 year old's body, and neither one was lindsey lohan. John wondered who on campus would be up for some snogging, and how old Tex was.

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