Clara spotted a way to let Julia and Agnes blow off some steam. They came upon an arsenal of weapons, of various calibres, and styles. They even had one of the derringers that she used back in the day.
Her fingers went over the barrel before picking it up by the pearl grip. The familiar texture and feel took her back to a simpler time before dredging up all the times she got herself into trouble.
“Safe as always?” Clara asked in Latin.
Amelia nodded before that smile faded away, whereas Agnes was already smirking. Clara tossed the weapon to the acolyte while eyeing a Thompson submachine gun.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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