The Right to Bare Arms

1 - Greetings

"Just shoot'a few of those bottles and maybe we can use ya for something."

Now, there were two things that depended on these shots. First, he needed to pay for his stay at the motel, and second, he had to keep up his reputation. Toby was the best shot in Buffalo. This was quite common knowledge around these parts, and to even graze a single one of these bottles would be a fatal flaw. He would be useless.

"And- fire!"

Toby took off his leather glove and positioned his gunarm into place. He shot off six copper bullets, each one shattering a bottle into a thousand pieces. A huge sense of relief washed over him, followed by a aching pain in his shoulder. Toby never understood how humans were configured to have guns for arms but they could never rid the awful shoulder pain from the gun's recoil. He turned to Mr. Willikers for approval.

"A job well done, my boy. And from this far away! You're a shoo-in for my security team," the man praised.

"Thank you, sir. I'll be back here this time tomorrow." Toby turned around, unscrewing his gunarm to tend to his now dislocated shoulder. Luckily he had been the first in line to interview for a spot on Mr. Williker's security team. Hell, he didn't even have to interview, he would have been accepted anyway, but Toby was an honest man. 

Toby sat himself down to watch the hopefuls take their shots at the bottles. Most left discouraged at their mediocre shots, but some left proud as Mr. Willikers adjusted his glasses to see if the shots were just as good as he thought they were. A crowd gathered around where Toby was sitting to watch, and he decided it was high time to head back to the motel. Kicking at the broken asphalt under his feet, he walked towards the rising sun, until a deafeningly loud set of gunshots echoed into his ears.

Toby turned around to see a girl positioned in front of the bottles, or what was left of them. The crowd stood gaping at her as she flicked a stray hair from her eyes, unphased. She had two gunarms, both accumulating smoke around the area. Mr. Willikers approached her slowly but eagerly nonetheless.

"Welcome aboard, ma'am," he said politely. He reached out to shake her hand before realizing she had no hand to shake, and retracted his arm awkwardly.

She nodded, and headed off on her own way, auburn hair and plaid skirt fluttering in the wind. At further inspection, Toby could make out two gun muzzles poking out from her leather jacket, ungloved. Clad.

"Two gunarms, hm?" Toby asked, and immediately regretted. 

The woman turned around. "Hm? Yeah... I s'pose they serve me well." She looked behind her, and then directly into Toby's eyes. "Don't tell the others, but I'm not all that good of a shot. Beginners luck, I guess."

"Well, stop by the Sun Bright Motel if you ever need shooting lessons, or just a place to stay. I'm Toby, by the way."

"Betty."

And she was gone.