Bethany: Yeah, I'm Packin'Mature

The holster and gun strapped to my thigh were a noticeable weight, but one that was welcome. I found it comforting.

And I loved the look it drew from my brother as I emerged from my room carrying my duffel full of the essentials. He surveyed me with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" I questioned with the same expression. He pointed with a look of approval. "Yeah, I'm packin'. Why the look? I can copy off of my big bro can't I? Or it against some rule according to something mom 'n' dad have forbid?" I bristled at the mention of our parents. They still hadn't spoken to Crow for years now.

"Well, other than the fact that we'll both be disowned..."

"They never disowned you," I said as we headed to the car. Steve had a sandwich in hand and continued to munch on it as we pulled out of the driveway. "Not officially, anyway... Maybe you should call them, or we can visit them soon. They're not going to disown both their children. Heck, they might even be more open now that we're both in this line of work."

He grunted noncommittally. I dropped it.

When we reached HQ, he reached down and pulled something out of one boot. "Here," he said, handing me the black metal piece.

"A gun? I already have one--"

"You can always use a backup. You know, in case I'm not there..."

I took the gun. "But what about you?"

"Don't worry about me; I always keep more than one backup weapon."

I didn't doubt it as I shoved the gun into the back waistband of my jeans.

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