“Take this,” Trickster said. He drew a small handgun and handed it to me. He pointed as he explained. “Ten rounds. Thumb safety. Grip safety. It’s my spare.”
“It’s dangerous to fly alone.”
But yeah, I doubt a handgun is going to do anything against Mannequin. Maybe even less against Jack or Bonesaw.
It was heavier than it looked. There was also a weight to it that had more to do with what the gun meant. I stuck it through one of the loops in my utility compartment that I hadn’t used since I started out, then double checked it was firmly in place.
Does the gun really mean any more than the grenades do, when it comes down to it?
“Thanks.”
I turned and climbed on top of the beetle.
Damn it, Taylor, you’re in for so much more chaos than you think.
“Can’t make any promises, but flying should require less of your attention,” Amy said.
Thank you.
“Okay,” I said.
…
Well, at least she didn’t completely ignore her?
Still. *holds bug spray towards Taylor threateningly*
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