Thank's George. Taking the suggestions. Here is the scene. assuming "regular ammo' in the Walther. What don't I have right?
Dan tells me the golf cart looking thing is an Argo. He uses it to cross the river during bow hunting season. When I go to sit in it, I notice a gun is resting on the front seat.
"What the fuck is that?"
Shannon starts laughing. "Looks like a pistol. Don’t you think?"
"No shit." I look at Dan. "I never saw a real gun before. Is it loaded?"
"Always." Dan says. "Go ahead, it don’t bite, the safety's on."
I pick it up and it almost feels like a toy in my hand. There is a tube on the end of it. I turn away from them and point it at the wall, trying out a couple poses, like Dirty Harry. "What's this, a silencer?"
"Aye, a suppressor is what it's called."
"Never seen a gun before Shane?" Shannon says, looks at Dan and they both smile at me. "I figured you for a hard man?"
Dan tells me it's a Walther and he'll teach me to shoot it sometime. I tell him that would be cool, I'm up for it, and what I'd really like to see his bow and arrow.
"I can do that." He motions with his head to the door at the back of the shed. It looks sturdy and has a real lock on it like it should be in a house. "It's in there. Why don’t you put that down, before you shoot your fucking foot."
I put the gun on the table and follow Dan to the door, while Shannon goes over to where the CD's are to change the music. He pulls out a set of keys and while he's looking them over, "The Wild Rover" starts playing and I know it’s the Clancy Brothers because I heard it hundreds of time growing up.
"I love this fucking song, reminds me of my dad."
"Too your da," Shannon says, turning it up, and looking over at us.
Dan unlocks the door, pulls it open. It's dark and a foul shit-like smell, amplified I'm sure by the coke, hits my nose.
"What fucking stinks. It smells like shit."
"It is. A living, breathing, pile of it." Dan flips the light on and I'm fucking horrified, start back pedaling, but Shannon comes from behind and pushes me inside.
It happens so fast, no more than three seconds. Shannon lets off six shots, the shells flying out the right side of the gun, hitting the wall and bouncing to the floor. It is not loud like in the movies, just a mechanical ca-chink sound. Every shot hits McBride in the stomach, leaving small holes. A few seconds later, blood starts dripping out of them.
"What the fuck." I'm stammering, shaking, my legs feel like spaghetti. Shannon's already walked out. Dan pushes me back out of the room, slams the door shut and locks it.