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Jack jerked his head toward the door, and the group followed him out. He turned to her and held out his hand. “Let’s see the holster.”
She frowned at him and hugged the gift to her chest. “Why?”
He grinned. “Because I’m going to help you put it on.”
“Oh. Right.” She handed the holster to him.
“Take off your coat and raise your arms.” Nena did as he commanded and he slipped the straps over her arms. He adjusted the holster a bit before he drew her gun from her pocket and tucked it into its new hiding hole.
Nena put her coat back on and wiggled. “It feels weird.”
Jack smiled. “You’ll get used to it, now let’s go get the car.”
Nena lifted her new weapon and studied the blade as they walked down the hall. She could just make out little runes etched into the shimmering meta
