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By the time we finally managed to have the Clydesdale loaded with all the new guns, ammunition, and various paper schematics, thankful that the rain decided it was done for the rest of the day, it had already gotten well on into the night, most of the group more than ready for sleep. Well, barring the two of us who drank Sparkle-Cola… Aerith sat across from me in the booth, tending to her new automatic, as I looked over one of the other guns we'd picked up from the bunker. Bigger than a pistol, but slightly smaller than a rifle, and used some sort of pistol-rifle intermediate cartridge, going by the revolving cylinder's length… Ah, the .45-70. Apparently. That's sort of the same caliber as Dad's Luger and Aerith's tommy gun, wonder if the ammo is interchangeable… 'Thinking of putting that revolver rifle into your arsenal?'

The alicorn passed on a small smile as she brought up the screen in front of me, myself putting the five-round cylinder back into place and letting off a small chuckle. "Eh, it's not really my style. You know I'm all about the big, loud, hard-hitting guns, a semi-automatic like this really can't compare to War Crime or Thumper. Looks pretty slick, though." Shouldering the small rifle and looking down the sights, they seemed to be tuned in line, and I had to admit the overall light weight of the thing was pretty nice. Aerith let out one of her own quiet laughs, myself setting the revolver rifle down on the table and turning eyes towards her.

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