Abby wiped sweat off her neck and paused for a moment in the hot sun. She and Janey were loading the last of the rifles, and Abby had been particularly impressed with the cache of HK416s that Janey had, somehow, managed to acquire.

A moment later, Janey came trotting around the corner and Abby almost couldn’t believe her eyes.

“Okay, spill – how the heck did you get one of those?”

“Ha,” said Janey. “Don’t ask, don’t tell! Give me a hand here, will ya, and stop gawking.” Between the two of them, they lifted the M2 Browning into the truck bed.