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- My ears suddenly twinged hard, like when the pressure shifts in an airplane, and the empty space behind me wasn’t empty anymore. I whirled, drawing my revolver, raising it—
- —too late. Drakul caught the weapon’s barrel in the pale fingers of one hand and simply crushed it shut.
- Battle Ground Chapter 12, Page 117
- I turned back to Murph’s remains and touched her cheek with the backs of the fingers of my left hand. Then paused.
- Her Sig, her favorite handgun, was still riding in its shoulder holster beneath her coat.
- Heroes are traditionally buried with their arms.
- But this fight was still going.
- I took the gun from its holster, very gently. It wasn’t a large weapon, but it fit my hand nicely enough as a backup.
- “Backup,” I said. “You mind if I borrow her for a while?”
- Murph couldn’t say anything.
- But with a whisper, where I’d moved it to get the gun, her coat fell open a little more, showing the spare magazines she had prepared.
- “Thanks, Murph,” I whispered.
- I took the magazines and Backup.
- And then I stalked out to fight for the city.
- Battle Ground Chapter 24, Page 221
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