Well that didn't take long.
Derek, let's talk.
[Private to Vesper and Bond separately] Thank you.
[Private to Bruce]So where's my apology?
[Private to Ivy] Nice.
[Private to Spock, Prefect, and Shego separately]You make it through the port okay?
[He slept, for the record.]
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Clearly not all Inmates. [Ivy still has hers.]
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Wardens can give them back. Thus my gun safe, and her ability to fuck with our heads without repercussions.
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Dare I ask?
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I feel like I'm visiting the past sometimes.
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Must seen almost quaint to you.
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Ever been in here before?
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Never had a reason to until right now.
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I'd say it's fairly standard, but I'm not sure what passes for standard in your time. Stationary and moving targets, paper with target rings.
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It really is the stone age here.
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Just poorly equipped. I've been asking after a full bore range. [His shrug says he's not expecting it even remotely. Inside, he pulls his Walther out, turns off the safety, checks the clip, and glances at Kirk's phaser.]
Here, [he says, holding the gun out butt first for the other man to take.] Sights are on the top, align these two points. [He gestures to the spokes at the top of both ends of the gun.] And squeeze the trigger, don't jerk it.
[He leaves it at that; it's not like Kirk's inexperienced, and he really hopes their weapons aren't that different.]
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