Re: Ice Mistress
"You... you... frigid bitch!" Kelly screeches, at a loss for words. A Colt Python wasn't just a gun. It was a work of classic art. A series of carefully crafted and calibrated parts moving in perfect harmony to send a large bore shell into fleshy, squishy bits at optimum velocity. They'd made guns since that had the kick, but none of the style. How could anyone mess with perfection? She's going to be refitting it for days.
Shoving her Python back in her pants, Kelly draws her twin Hardballers and takes potshots at Ice Mistress' retreating butt. That'll teach her. Or at least get her running a lot faster.
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