"I never have any idea what to get," Niki said. "I'm so used to the weapons we've trained with."

     Trevor asked Alison, "Do you know anything about these weapons at all?"

     "Some," Alison replied. "Gramps said he'd train us on any weapon we wanted. It's not something I really do, though."

     "Of course not. You're not a warrior. I think you're, what they used to call in the good old days, a normal human being." 

     "I'm trying to stay normal, but what does that even mean anymore?"

​     "Exactly."

     Skip said, "I'll find you any kind of weapon you want, Trevor. What do you want? I've trained on a bunch of them." 

     Trevor ignored him. 

     "What's your favorite?" he asked Alison. 

     Alison removed a handgun from the weapons wall.

     "It's a sonic disrupter," she said. "It doesn't kill anybody. It knocks them out real good, though."

     "I'll take it." Trevor shoved it down the front of his belt. 

     "You should get a holster for that," Niki said. 

     "No no, it's fine."

     "Your funeral." He's showing off for Alison, Niki thought. Idiot. Last day of the fucking world, and he's...Christ.

     Niki strapped a max blaster to her wrist, something that could shatter a mountain if Niki felt the need to use it. 

     Trevor strapped a missile launcher to his shoulder because he thought it looked cool. Then, 

​     WHOOOMP!

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