Refreshing to shake a woman's hand whom saw herself as a professional, she wasn't worried about wounding his ego from gripping him too firmly or coming across as anything other then herself.  At least, that was his inference from her firm handshake that came coupled with her lovely smirk. The hint of an accent in her tone wasn't lost on him but he was terrible at placing those sort of things.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3">"Oh, don't apologize for being curious about safety. You're absolutely right with bringing it up first, it's the most important thing we can do in our type of job. Right?"</span>Whether that was in stunt work or actively working in law enforcement. Either way Dante would always err on the side of caution and never advise using firearms or protective equipment that was suspect or lacking any sort of inspection prior to use.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3"> "Come over here, I'll be happy to show you. Also, hey.."</span>He paused, gesturing towards any of the other stunt crew that was gathered for the first training and demonstration. Although the stunt crew was quite large for a production this big. The initial training was about the crew who were meant to double as the stars of the film.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3">"Please, everyone, gather around!"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#003366"> </span>He called out with a little more volume to ensure he'd had everyone's attention.<br/><br/>The distance was very short, a few feet at most. He guided them over to a small crate. Ammunition surprisingly didn't take up much space, despite it being heavy. It was a well built crate that looked as if it were fashioned from a very heavy-duty wood. It had several strong latches that were drilled into it's top and bottom portions. He picked it up enough to show them methods of it's construction.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3">"All ammunition is stored in here. To which only I and the safety manager for the studio has the key. Not even the director can get access to this."</span>He pointed towards the latches.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3">"As you can see it's wood, and the latches can't be altered or removed without splintering or signs of tampering. The lock itself can't be cut and replaced as I've had this key design custom cut for this film."</span>He reached into the slim pocket that adorned his pants, it was the pocket within a pocket sort of pants. Meant for small items only. Dante moved the key into it's lock and popped it open.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3">"If the lock were cut to tamper with the ammo the key would no longer open it and we'd know there's a problem."</span>Fingers unfastened the lock once it'd been opened and lifted the lid.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3">"Finally, inside, you'll see that the tips of the <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fcdn3.volusion.com%2Fjodua.csmpx%2Fv%2Fvspfiles%2Fphotos%2FSA34-2.jpg%3F1513960184&amp;hash=3f2b6fb9e650391dc21df173d50c081a" href="https://cdn3.volusion.com/jodua.csmpx/v/vspfiles/photos/SA34-2.jpg?1513960184" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">ammo</a> are folded in, there's no projectile on the cartridge. As well as that it's painted a light green in color."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3">"I've left my own sidearm locked in a gun case in the production trailers. It's the only weapon that has live ammunition. I load all magazines on set with the production assistants, no magazine or clip can be put in the hands of the stunt crew without being loaded by me, or with me watching to approve it. Now, that doesn't mean we want to treat these weapons carelessly. I'll expect everyone to treat them as if they're live, meaning we don't point them at each other or aimlessly while walking around the set. Only during filming should they be pointed at anyone, and only by the stunt team or actors in that particular scene."</span>He took in a breath, feeling as if he'd spoke in awful lot in that short period of time. Allowing a longer pause to settle in than customary between sentences.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3">"Sorry if that seemed over the top on details but one thing I hope you get out of this experience is that weapons are like anything else dangerous. They require the utmost safety and care so we all feel confident and comfortable working together."</span><br/><br/>He flashed his gaze directly to Yinnie, a warm smile appearing just before he spoke the next words.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0059b3"> "Any questions, or would you like to be the first to handle the pistol?"</span>He secured the crate first and then pointed to the table where some of the example weaponry had been laid out and pre-loaded with the blank ammunition. The table was simple, sturdy, but clearly one of those temporary assemblies that was meant to move around different sets. On it was a P223 Sig, handgun.