DVD Commentary: Guns, Guns, Guns
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xt1meAnother answer to a prompt
They had to meet a client. A very paranoid client but one that not only would pay well but also wasn’t likely to double-cross them, so it was worth jumping though the hoops. (should I have put 'for' at the end of this? This sentence doesn't seam to flow right) Airadne was a little nervous as they entered the last room before meeting the client. In it was a number of undoubtedly highly armed guards and no furniture other then a long table and a metal detector.
Eames gave a reassuring smile as he nudged her forward. She placed a can of mace on the table along with a pair of knuckle-dusters. “They were a birthday gift.” She muttered, in answer to Arthur’s raised eyebrow. (Eames may or may not have given them, I don't know which is funnier.)
Eames snickered as he went next, placing a gun from his holster at his side and a smaller one he had in an ankle holder on the table. He also pulled a wicked looking knife for somewhere and winked at the men as he put it down.
Arthur stepped forward and gave a small sigh before unbuttoning his jacket.
First came the gun at his side followed by another that must had been hidden somewhere above it and another from behind his back. Next he pulled one from an ankle holder as well as a knife. Then he took a pair of nunchucks from his other leg. From under his sleeves he also pulled a number of knives as well as an impossible looking machete from under the back of his shirt. He pulled a rather thin blade from his tie like an afterthought. Next he reached up to his collar and pulled out what looked to be a folded length of piano wire on a small pair of wooden handles. Then came a number of grenades, smoke bombs and flash bangs from more pockets than it seemed possible to hide on a suit. From his belt came what looked like throwing stars along with a long length of something that looked like a brightly coloured electrical cord.
“What’s that?” Airadne whispered to Eames.
“Detonator cord.” (I checked online, apparently high grad detonator cord can be used to cut though steel so he doesn't even need to be carrying around any explosives)
Some spiky pieces of metal, caltrops, joined the pile on the table as Arthur stopped to look off into space, obviously wondering if he forgotten anything. (Trying to figure out where he was carrying everything was fun, even though I don't think it would have been very hidden in real life)
He expertly flicked a butterfly knife from his back pocket and nodded to himself. (doing one of those fancy twirly things) Finally, he walked through the metal detector. As he did he seemed to realise the looks everyone was giving him.
“What?”
Every goon in the room was pale with their mouths wide open. Airadne had a hand over hers as she tried not to giggle at their faces while Eames was grinning unrepentantly. As they entered the next room he whispered to Arthur. “You did that on purpose didn’t you?”
“Well of course I did. If I carried all that with me every day I wouldn’t be able to walk.” (Arthur is such a troll)
Airadne burst out laughing, nerves completely forgotten.
They had to meet a client. A very paranoid client but one that not only would pay well but also wasn’t likely to double-cross them, so it was worth jumping though the hoops. (should I have put 'for' at the end of this? This sentence doesn't seam to flow right) Airadne was a little nervous as they entered the last room before meeting the client. In it was a number of undoubtedly highly armed guards and no furniture other then a long table and a metal detector.
Eames gave a reassuring smile as he nudged her forward. She placed a can of mace on the table along with a pair of knuckle-dusters. “They were a birthday gift.” She muttered, in answer to Arthur’s raised eyebrow. (Eames may or may not have given them, I don't know which is funnier.)
Eames snickered as he went next, placing a gun from his holster at his side and a smaller one he had in an ankle holder on the table. He also pulled a wicked looking knife for somewhere and winked at the men as he put it down.
Arthur stepped forward and gave a small sigh before unbuttoning his jacket.
First came the gun at his side followed by another that must had been hidden somewhere above it and another from behind his back. Next he pulled one from an ankle holder as well as a knife. Then he took a pair of nunchucks from his other leg. From under his sleeves he also pulled a number of knives as well as an impossible looking machete from under the back of his shirt. He pulled a rather thin blade from his tie like an afterthought. Next he reached up to his collar and pulled out what looked to be a folded length of piano wire on a small pair of wooden handles. Then came a number of grenades, smoke bombs and flash bangs from more pockets than it seemed possible to hide on a suit. From his belt came what looked like throwing stars along with a long length of something that looked like a brightly coloured electrical cord.
“What’s that?” Airadne whispered to Eames.
“Detonator cord.” (I checked online, apparently high grad detonator cord can be used to cut though steel so he doesn't even need to be carrying around any explosives)
Some spiky pieces of metal, caltrops, joined the pile on the table as Arthur stopped to look off into space, obviously wondering if he forgotten anything. (Trying to figure out where he was carrying everything was fun, even though I don't think it would have been very hidden in real life)
He expertly flicked a butterfly knife from his back pocket and nodded to himself. (doing one of those fancy twirly things) Finally, he walked through the metal detector. As he did he seemed to realise the looks everyone was giving him.
“What?”
Every goon in the room was pale with their mouths wide open. Airadne had a hand over hers as she tried not to giggle at their faces while Eames was grinning unrepentantly. As they entered the next room he whispered to Arthur. “You did that on purpose didn’t you?”
“Well of course I did. If I carried all that with me every day I wouldn’t be able to walk.” (Arthur is such a troll)
Airadne burst out laughing, nerves completely forgotten.
