The sound of a shot being fired, followed immediately by the sound of metal striking metal and then clattering to the floor filled the entire hangar.  Clarice's cleaver was shot out of her hand and was now on the deck, with a pistol in Vira's hand, smoking still from the shot.  "You will leave Quacky be."  She put the pistol away and walked over, giving her pet ducky a hug.  "It's ok Quacky.  She's not going to make that mistake again."