Saturday Night Special is a mission in the mod.
- Shoot the bottles in manual aim
The scene opens up with Trey manning the cashier at the hobby shop, talking to Neil as they examine a model train
Trey:...so what you're gonna wanna do is paint some shellack on it, then use some of that weathering powder and put it on while the shellack's still wet. That way, you've got a realistic looking weathering job. Expensive, but worth it for authenticity.
Neil: Really? I was gonna get some of that grimy-looking paint and put it near the exhaust vents-
Trey: Paint? What are you, autistic?
Suddenly, Lis walks into the store as the two of them notice
Lis: Yo Trey, Neil.
Trey: Hey there...were you followed?
Trey: Alright, good, good...good-anyway, I told you about those guns I ordered from off the internet, right?
Neil: Wait, hold up, what about those weathering powders?
Trey: Yeah...you gotta come back later, though-
Neil: *Interrupting* What?
Trey: Yeah, I'm on my lunch break.
Neil: You just...*Sighs* forget it.
Neil walks out of the store as Trey and Lis walk towards the rear exit
Lis: Yeah, you got all these things from a "friend of a friend". Speaking of which, you got any for me-
Trey: Woah, now hold on there, cowgirl. What'd you need a gun for?
Lis: I could ask you the same thing.
Trey: You know I'm the sole defender of this town from aliens, ghosts, and rogue ninjas. And if I recall correctly, the only threat to you was that nazi ex boyfriend of yours, Larry whats-his-face. He shouldn't be a problem-
Lis: But he is.
Trey: Since when?
Lis: Since the other night. I saw his buddy at that rave down by the river. Ask Todd if you don't believe me.
Trey thinks for few seconds as they exit the store, entering the rear parking lot, then hands Lis a Wagner PPK
Trey: Here, take mine.
Lis takes the pistol, examining it as she talks to Trey
Lis: What's the make?
Trey: It's a Wagner PPK. You might like it, seeing as it's German and all-
Lis: It's a tiny little fucker.
Trey: I got it on the cheap. I got the whole arsenal on the cheap.
Lis: What else did you get?
Trey: Eh, you know. A few grenades, bulletproof vests, rifle-
Lis: You got a rifle?
Trey: Yep. Old soviet bolt action rifle. Sure, it's outadeted by like...what, sixty years? Anyway, it's still good for popping aliens and CIA agents.
Lis: And I'm stuck here with a shitty Saturday Night Special?
Trey: You gotta prove that you're good with guns.
Lis: O'course I'm fucking good with guns! What, you don't remember all them times we spent over at Todd's place back then, shooting each other with BB guns?
Trey: These aren't BB guns-
Lis: Same concept.
Trey: Alright...well, I had some bottles set up over there down the way, so if you wanna prove to me you're good with guns, you can go ahead and shoot them.
Lis begins to walk over to the bottles, but Trey grabs her arm to stop her
Trey: Woah, hold up. Shoot them from here.
Lis: You just wanna see me fuck up, don't you?
Trey: Prove me wrong, amigo.
The player gains control of Lis. The player is instructed to shoot at the bottles
The player shoots at the bottles. After shooting the bottles, a cutscene occurs
Lis & Trey are conversing after Lis shot all the bottles. Lis is still wielding the pistol, enthusiastically pointing it in all directions
Trey: Well, looks like you proved me wrong.
Lis: *Laughs* Hell yeah! It's just like in the movies with this crazy ass shit!
Trey: I'd be careful if I were you. I mean, a stray bullet can just hit someone, and-wait, fuck that. Go for it. Could be a double agent.
Suddenly, a police car pulls up, causing Lis & Trey to stop doing what they're doing. A woman exits the car and approaches them as Trey points it out to Lis
Trey: And speak of the devil about double agents.
Lis: Who's she?
Trey: Nobody, let me deal with it.
The woman walks up to Trey and Lis
Trey: Well, if it ain't the friendly neighborhood sheriff, Jane Davis.
Jane: Hello Mike-
Jane: You license said "Mike Stevens" when you got booked, right? So let's keep it at that. Who's your friend?
Trey: Oh, uh...it's a buddy of mine.
Jane: Oh yeah?
Jane: You two fucking?
Lis & Trey look at each other nervously before Jane continues
Jane: *To Lis* You know, you can do much better than this poor sob right here. Running around the fields all hours of the night, yelling out about aliens and stupid shit like that.
Lis: I'm good.
Jane: Yeah, sure you are. *To Trey* You know, I've got a little birdie telling me that you got your hands on some guns illegally brought in from Canada.
Jane: And you know how this is going to end up, right? Either you and your girlfriend take a ride with me to the station or-
Trey: *Interrupting Jane* Or I pay you the same thing I've been paying for the past month so you can "look the other way". Got it.
Trey pulls some money out of his wallet and hands it to Jane. Jane snatches it out of his hands, counts it brifley, and puts it in her pocket
Jane: Well, looks like the job at the hobby shop's a good way to keep those aliens or whatever the fuck you believe in away.
Jane laughs and playfully slaps the side of Trey's head
Jane : Alright, I'll see you two lovebirds later.
Jane enters her car and drives away. Once she enters her car, Lis & Trey begin talking to eachother
Lis: What's that all about?
Trey: Long story short, she caught me between a rock and a hard place.
Lis: How so?
Trey: Eh...long story short, she caught me stealing canned food from the homeless shelter.
Lis: Canned food?
Trey: Well, what're you gonna eat when FEMA takes over and poisons our food supply?
Lis: Yeah, sure. Anyway, I'll swing by your place after you get off work.
Trey: Sure thing amigo, later on.
Lis examines her pistol as Trey walks back inside the store