OK. It's supposed to be an FBI bust, and Weiss is only there because someone at Langley can't keep his or her mouth shut and must have bragged about Weiss being some kind of occult expert (which of course he's not but a couple years on anything related to Rambaldi and no one ever will take you seriously again). But the point is, it doesn't matter whether the rounds are silver or whatever crazy shit, it's just not supposed to be his problem.
But there he is at the stakeout -- and OK, people are paranoid, but selling ammo out of a trailer in the middle of nowhere? -- when everything goes straight to hell. Like, literally straight to hell, with flames and sulphur and the kind of shit he personally hopes never to see again, and his gun is doing no fucking good at all -- when this guy kind of stumbles out of the trailer, and Christ only knows what's in his shotgun but at least it seems to be working. Everyone else is panicking, which Weiss has a lot of sympathy for, but he'll get around to that later, when this is over -- because right now it looks like the best way to deal with this is to cover the guy with the gun that works while he watches out for this other guy who followed him out of the trailer and is now busy doing something with candles and herbs and more Latin that Weiss has heard in... well, ever.
So Weiss basically tackles this thing coming at the guy with the gun and is getting the shit beaten out of him when it just disappears, right in his hands. And so he drags himself to his feet to take a look at the damage around them -- the trailer's pretty much gone, that's one thing, and so is his car and the idiot FBI guy he's been partnereed with. Not burnt, just gone. He must have run off. And there's the guy with the Latin, saying "Guess we'll need to find another source of silver rounds, hunh?" while the guy with the gun gives Weiss a suspicious look.
So Weiss does the only thing he can, which is offer to buy them a couple beers in exchange for a ride back to civilization. And when he asks what the hell the guy -- Dean, his name turns out to be -- had in his shotgun, Dean gets this look that Weiss has always associated with Marshall Flinkman, and says, in the most un-Marshall way possible, "Family secret."
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But there he is at the stakeout -- and OK, people are paranoid, but selling ammo out of a trailer in the middle of nowhere? -- when everything goes straight to hell. Like, literally straight to hell, with flames and sulphur and the kind of shit he personally hopes never to see again, and his gun is doing no fucking good at all -- when this guy kind of stumbles out of the trailer, and Christ only knows what's in his shotgun but at least it seems to be working. Everyone else is panicking, which Weiss has a lot of sympathy for, but he'll get around to that later, when this is over -- because right now it looks like the best way to deal with this is to cover the guy with the gun that works while he watches out for this other guy who followed him out of the trailer and is now busy doing something with candles and herbs and more Latin that Weiss has heard in... well, ever.
So Weiss basically tackles this thing coming at the guy with the gun and is getting the shit beaten out of him when it just disappears, right in his hands. And so he drags himself to his feet to take a look at the damage around them -- the trailer's pretty much gone, that's one thing, and so is his car and the idiot FBI guy he's been partnereed with. Not burnt, just gone. He must have run off. And there's the guy with the Latin, saying "Guess we'll need to find another source of silver rounds, hunh?" while the guy with the gun gives Weiss a suspicious look.
So Weiss does the only thing he can, which is offer to buy them a couple beers in exchange for a ride back to civilization. And when he asks what the hell the guy -- Dean, his name turns out to be -- had in his shotgun, Dean gets this look that Weiss has always associated with Marshall Flinkman, and says, in the most un-Marshall way possible, "Family secret."