He offered the handgun back. "No thanks, I've got my own..." He withdrew the lengthy .45 from his jacket holster, and showed it to her. It was a beautiful piece of work, with an extraordinarily long barrel. "And I know how to use it, and probably better'n anyone else in this room, with the possible exception of-" He speaks out of the side of his mouth, quietly, "G.I. Johan over here." He nods his head, indicating the soldier.

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