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Continuing along with another excerpt from Gun Witch.
After training for a bit, Monica exits her lair to enter the city.
After a few minutes she donned a loose leather jacket and changed into her Nikes, grabbed her backpack and crossed to the other end of the warehouse, a private facility located in a nondescript corner of a nondescript work yard right at the edge of the business district, a place so drab it was amazing it had the nerve to appear on city maps. After one traveled a few blocks the industrial heartbeat of the city faded into downtown traffic horns, bagels and people angry they couldn’t get to where they didn’t want to be in a timely fashion.
After she slid her HK45 into the back of her waistline and made sure it was covered with her coat Monica took a quick look around the wide open room, a workman’s loft made of concrete, brick and metal. A glance and a moment of concentration ensured her that her warding runes were in place, so she locked the door and crossed the yard.
The sun was out and bright but the air was frigid, largely on account of the wind. Monica’s eyes darted about behind her sunglasses, took in every corner of the wide road. That edge of town only had a few buildings, most of them quite old, and with the exception of the occasional rig come to take some rebar from the stockyard or an errant driver who’d mistakenly turned down Rampart instead of Broadmoor there was rarely any traffic. To the east the street faded into light trees rapidly gaining their fall color; to the west the roads narrowed and the buildings grew taller as they dissolved into Old Downtown.
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