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Alice through the looking glass #64

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Frank and Pete looked around at the sci-fi weapons showroom that rose up from the floor around them.

Everything was small. Conveniently sized for a single specialist to carry. Frank picked up a handgun the size of a standard colt. It felt balanced, but heavier than a normal.

"Hey darlin' what's this fire?"

By the lift doors, Lydia cringed. Alice walked over to Frank. "I may not be human Mr. Bastion, but a little respect would go a long way."

Frank actually looked abashed. "Sorry boss."

Alice smiled. "That's fine. That is a three thousand round semi-automatic pistol."

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