"Hey, Elizabeth, hand me that C96!" Booker said as he was taking cover from incoming fire. A few minutes passed, and he said once again, "Elizabeth-" A rocket exploded right next to him, "THE C96!"

"What are you talking about?!" She yelled at him.

"THE PISTOL!" A Devil's Kiss grenade exploded next to him, as Booker wiped off the fire on his arms. Elizabeth threw the pistol, and Booker caught it, dispatching each Columbian soldier with a single bullet to the head. After they were killed, Dewitt dropped in exhaustion, while Elizabeth caught up with him.

"Booker, are you okay?"

"Yeah." He groaned as he got up, looking at the pistol in his hands.

"That's actually called a Broadsider." Elizabeth said.

"What? Can't be, I've seen this at Wounded Knee. The exact same model."

"Uh, no, my books said that it was made first by Fink."

"Listen Elizabeth, I'm sure this was made way before that idiot Comstock made this city and copied it."

"But-"

"Just... Elizabeth. Slate taught me my guns, and I am sure this is a C96."

She pouted, and rolled her eyes, upset that she was wrong, complying with Booker's wishes.

"Well, look at this." Booker said as he caught a machine gun from Elizabeth. "Never saw this before."

"Booker, that's a Repeater." She pointed out. "Everybody seen it."

"Are you sure? I haven't seen this below." Booker said as he studied the gun.

"1918... That's six years from now. The hell?..." Booker said, finding a label on it. "Looks as if this has been used before."

"Well, duh."

"I mean, in a trench." Booker turned around. "Elizabeth?"

She was whistling innocently, as if trying to cover up something.

"Elizabeth... Did you-"

"No! It's not what it seems like! I mean, there was a tear and... and..."

The former soldier sighed, and moved on.

Meanwhile...

"Hey guys, where's my rifle?!" A German soldier frantically yelled to his buddies.

"Beats us." One of his friends said, and sipped his coffee.

The German sighed. "Kommand is going to kill me."

Back in Columbia...

"An M1, haven't seen these since Wounded Knee..." Booker said as he picked up a carbine from one of the fallen.

"Now where in the world would Comstock get that?" Elizabeth sarcastically replied.

"Beats me." Booker said, as Elizabeth expressed shock at Booker's ignorance.

Author's note:

Sorry if the end ain't funny. I found it funny of how the relation of guns and tears worked, so I made this.