Scene I, a check-in counter at an airport in Cleveland, Ohio
Breda walks toward the counter, wheeling a large red suitcase behind her. After handing the airline employee her photo I.D. and acquiring her tickets, Breda announces, "I need to declare firearms."
The airline woman blinks, pauses for a moment, then asks, "Are an officer of the law? Are you with the police?"
"Uh....no." Breda replies, wondering to herself if she could possibly even look like an officer of the law.
The airline woman looks at Breda quizzically and says, "Okay. Well, I have to check them."
Breda manages to open the suitcase after a brief struggle with its weight. She unlocks and opens the hardsided case, revealing two pistols and two magazines.
"Oh. My. Goodness," says the airline woman. She seems to have been expecting one gun.
Breda smiles brightly.
There is a pause, and the passenger waiting in line behind Breda is staring, mouth agape.
Then the airline woman asks, "How do I know if they're unloaded?"
Breda sighs, knowing she still has to get through TSA after this.