Jacko handed the unloaded weapon to Leilani. "Here you go."
Leilani took it. Her palm wrapped around the grip, and her index finger naturally found its place against the trigger guard.
Though her hands were relatively small, the gun's ergonomic design felt as if it had been custom-molded for her. It was perfectly balanced and incredibly easy to handle.
She shifted seamlessly through a few standard aiming stances. The weapon remained rock-steady in her grip, practically an extension of her own arm.
Leilani gave a satisfied nod. "I'll take these two."
She handed the handgun back to Jacko.
Taking the weapon, the seasoned arms dealer couldn't help but give Leilani an appreciative once-over.
"You've got a very clear head when it comes to picking gear, Leilani. You don't just grab the biggest, flashiest thing on the rack. That's a rare trait."
"I'm starting to like you more and more."
As he spoke, Jacko deftly reassembled the handgun. He slammed a magazine home, racked the slide with a satisfying *clack*, and after verifying it was clear, placed it into a padded case alongside the sleek tactical crossbow she'd also chosen.
"I'll pack up the ammo and all the necessary accessories for you. Guaranteed top-tier performance."
Callahan stepped forward then. He picked up the crossbow to inspect it, then tested the weight of the handgun before turning his dark gaze to Leilani.
"Are you sure these are the only two you want?"
"Don't want to browse a bit more?"
"Maybe a long rifle, or something with a higher armor-piercing capability?"
Leilani shook her head, her eyes clear and resolute.
"This is enough."
"We're going to Northern Myanor to rescue someone, not to wage a full-scale war. Lugging around heavy artillery would just slow us down."
Honestly, if it weren't for the need to prepare for the absolute worst-case scenario, she wouldn't have even bothered with the firearm. The crossbow would have sufficed. It was lightweight and perfect for stealth.
But practicality won out. While the crossbow offered the element of surprise, its sheer stopping power couldn't match a bullet.
So, as an insurance policy, she had picked out a compact, easily concealable handgun.

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