Foster runs towards the door
Close up; Straker presses a button on the panel
Close up; the bolt on the door locks
Foster turns and faces Straker, his hands flat against the door, panic-struck
Straker moves towards him, menacingly, holding the gun.
Straker stands, and aims the gun at Foster.
Pulls the trigger. Two loud bangs. (Sound FX)
Foster falls.
STRAKER; Oh Shit..... Real bullets.. Bugger.
Straker (looking perplexed) Tugs jacket straight, shrugs shoulders, walks away, shaking head.
Anyway, on a more serious note. The Space Scientist sketch seems to have worked out okay. Drat. That means I'll have to put her in a story. Oh it's such a hard life (sniggering again, madly!)
Here's the finished sketch; It's a little pale, but it won't scan any darker.
(It's not easy doing blonde hair!)