"Mmmmm...yeah, gun'd be handy. But I think I'd rather a knife. Something small and quiet, you know?" She continued texting and texting and texting at a near constant pace as she spoke. Stryker's quiet hmph of indignation was greeted with a small smile, as this was not the first time it had come up.
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