<div style="text-align: center">《 Rachel 》<br/>
<i>Location: Shuttle pick-up location<br/>
Addressing: Rebel, Anise </i>​</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify">Rachel stood in the exact position she had been in when Ezra strapped the gun to her leg. She was afraid to move, afraid that the gun would somehow discharge or fire or <i>explode </i>while she was playing the part of a Siamese twin with it. She looked up, eyes wider than what was typical as she watched Ezra depart from their group. Her mouth fell slightly open, small, incomplete sounds falling from her lips as her brother gave one last fleeting look to them and jogged to catch up with Ezra.<br/>
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There was power in numbers, but what about the <i>gun</i>?<br/>
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They stood in silence for a while, mostly because Rachel couldn't even think, when Rebel addressed her.<br/>
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“Yes.” Rachel responded, straight-faced and stoic. “We also have the same mother, so you can only imagine how interesting our family get togethers are.” Did he know absolutely nothing about the people he was tasked to serve and protect? Typical law enforcement. “Tobias is my brother.”<br/>
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She stopped herself short of rolling her eyes. It didn’t surprise her that Rebel was oblivious. If it didn’t have to do with his Instagram girlfriend, then Rachel supposed it really didn’t matter.<br/>
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Rachel took to the holster strap with cautious fingers. She kept one hand on the gun and pulled the Velcro strap back. Smoothly and cautiously, Rachel performed a successful extraction and held it out to Rebel. “Please take this. I don’t want to give Hale the satisfaction of knowing that I was responsible for the second murder of the day.”<br/>
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Her training and certifications did not prepare her for this.<br/>
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Syringes and IVs? Absolutely. Firearms and ammunition? Must have been sick that day.​</div>