by Sally » Mon Mar 31, 2014 8:40 pm
As he listens to Dr. Zinc talk, it takes Sally a moment to catch on. His still-not-sober grin fades completely and he says, "Well, if they don't wanna listen to that hard-case military Law-yer and want to try and force the issue-" Sally jerks his head on his neck and pops his shoulders, sounding out a series of long craaaacks, "-then I guarantee you this, Doc, you ain't the only one gettin' bumped." Sally's scarred knuckles go white for a moment while he squeezes his hand into a fist to crack his knuckles, then looses his hands.
"Funny thing about the tac-tic-al armor them guards wear is that they work great fer bullets and blasts n' such. But, jus' cuz you trussed up like Batman don't make you Batman. Armor like that makes a man slower, makes a man more able to get grapp'd and torqued and twisted, and makes man morel like to get stabbed in the soft parts the plates don' cover."
Glancing at the exits, Sally goes on, "And, 's long as we stay in here, snipers ain't 'a much use. That means somebody's gotta draw down. Prolly countin' on the fact that most folk pucker up when they lookin' up a long-bore barrel. You think I flinch when somebody points a gun in my face enny more, doc?"
Sally's grin is humorless, a down home impersonation of a crocodile's.
"And if they dumb enough to loose a weapon when we all close quarters-like, then they dumb enough to get they arm broke. And then _they_ gun is _my_ gun. And, well, that's just a whole diff'rnt ball game, ain't it ? So, if they think they gonna muss one blonde hair on that purty, educated head o' yours, Doc, well, today's gonna end just as excitin' as it began."
Sally looks to exam room, and waits to see what will come of Lt. Walker's visit.
[Note to GM: Aye, aye!]
Salvador "Sally" Lautner
GySgt., USMC (ret.)
"All you have is your fire
And the place you need to reach."
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