The Vigilante walked down the corridor, tightening the straps on his body armour. He stopped in front of a large metal door. "Now comes the hard choice," he said as he opened the door. The room inside was massive, larger than an aeroplane hanger, with rows and rows of different weapons. A huge anti-aircraft turret sat in one corner, and an empty Dalek shell in another. The Vigilante climbed into a golf cart that sat beside the door and cruised down one of the aisles. He stopped in front of a sleek, multi-barrelled gun that was glowing slightly. "Hmm. Nah, I used you last time." Next was what seemed to be nothing but a black hole in the air. "You know, I still have no idea how you work." Finally, he picked up a roughly rectangular rifle with a large barrel. "Ah, the good old trivalent oscillating pulsar rifle. Good thing I'm not going to Ancient Greece again." He threw the rifle in the back of the golf cart, slid the Desert Eagle he had been cleaning into a holster on his hip and got back into the golf cart. As he passed the end of the aisle, he grabbed several clips of ammunition from a large box, of which there was one at the end of every row. At the door, he stopped, and patted a small rubber duck that sat there. "Soon, my little rubber friend." He walked out the room and towards the door of the TARDIS. Before leaving, he did a quick check that he had everything. "Sonic Multi-tool? Check. Gun? Check. Other gun? Check. Other other gun? Check. Keys? Whoops." He ran back and grabbed the keys that were hanging off the centre console. "Got them. Right." He strode out the door, only to be surrounded by a dozen little hairy aliens pointing guns at him. The Vigilante raised his hands "Do people just wait for me to step out, then pull a gun on me? I mean, come on. It's getting kind of ridiculous."