[Trish is sitting in the middle of her room, cleaning Luce and Ombra.]

I gather shit like this happens often, then.

[Trish doesn't get the second level yet, but she's experimenting!]

This is interesting, to say the most. What's a girl gotta do to get unbored around here, anyway?

[Trish rolled to her feet, brandishing Luce and Ombra, glancing over the top of her sunglasses. A church, huh? This didn't seem right. Trish stood up slowly, sneering slightly at the sight of the cross over the altar, and marched towards the doorway, holstering her guns. There were no threats here -- nothing she could sense, at any rate. High- ( Read more... )

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