She picked the gun up, flicking off the safety and settling it into her hand. She suppressed the momentary uneasiness she always felt when she picked up a gun.
Too used to knives. This shit feels impersonal and wrong. I want to see the light in their eyes go out when they die…can’t do that with this shit.
Suppressing that inner voice she sighed
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