Message #185076

[the Unholy]

There's AN OFF-SCREEN GROAN, the sound of a zombie trying to
   communicate. MARY turns and sees the tall RED COAT names BUB
   standing in the closest stall trying to attract MARY'S
   attention. (He was the one Rhodes referred to last night as
   "Mary's pride and joy".) He is wearing WESTERN-STYLE GUN
   BELTS, SIX-SHOOTER hang in HOLSTERS on both his hips. MARY
   faces BUB full with her body and delivers a military salute.

            MARY
      Good morning, Bub.

   BUB replies with one of those pathetic sounds that obviously
   mean something to him. Then he, too, salutes. MARY pulls
   away, heading for AN EXIT, but BUB calls after her. He makes
   inarticulate sounds but we catch his drift.

            TECHNICIAN
      I think he wants you to watch.

            MARY
      OK, Bub. Do your stuff.

   BUB turns towards the target wall looking like a gunfighter
   on a western street. There's A HUMMING MECHANICAL SOUND.
   KATCHUNG! A SILHOUETTE pops up. BUB slaps leather...fast...
   lighting fast. BOTH GUN come up. BLAM-KA-BLAM-KA-BLAM-BLAM-
   BLAM-BLAM!!!

   HOLES APPEARS IN THE TARGET...WOP-WOPPETY-WHUMP!!! All in the
   kill-zones, or damn close.

   BUB slaps ONE PISTOL back into its HOLSTER. He clicks open
   the shell-chamber on THE OTHER, dumps the SPENT CARTRIDGES
   and begins to reload from his belt.