"Go on, give those guns over," Dirix said to Jesper.
With a great sigh, Jesper removed the gunbelts at his hips. She had to admit he looked less himself without them. The Zemeni sharpshooter was long-limbed, brown-skinned, constantly in motion. He pressed his lips to the pearl handles of his prized revolvers, bestowing each with a mournful kiss.
"Take good care of my babies," Jesper said as he handed them over to Dirix. "If I see a single scratch or nick on those, I`ll spell forgive me on your chest with bullet holes."
"You won`t waste the ammo."
"And he`d be dead halfway through forgive," Bill Bolliger said as he dropped a hatchet, a switchblade, and his preferred weapon -- a thick chain weighted with a heavy padlock -- into Rotty`s expectant hands.
Jesper rolled his eyes. "It`s about sending a message. What`s the point of a dead guy with forg written on his chest?"
"Compromise," Kaz said. "I`m sorry does the trick and uses fewer bullets."
Dirix laughed, but Inej noted that he cradled Jesper`s revolvers very gently.
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