“Oh, nearly forgot. We got you a present.” “Why?” “Because.” She unzipped one of her pockets and pulled out a very small gun. “What is it?” “It’s a toy gun. A derringer—like cardsharps and saloon girls carry in western vids. It’s like a clutch piece.” “Hmmm.” “And check it.” Peabody cocked it, and a sultry female voice purred out of the barrel. Put those hands where I can see them, cowboy. “It has all sorts of audio streams—male, female. I figured you’d want the female. Plus—” She aimed it at Eve, pulled the trigger even as Eve said: “Hey!” The little gun let out a brave little bang. Next one
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