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A/N: Another chapter. Abbie and Connie start the battle. Please review. Thanks. Love, Lawabidingchild.
In all wars
There is truth
The truth of fire
And the truth of peace
Wars are won
Not by fear
But by conclusion
Of peace restored
Abbie and Connie were back in Abbie's office, staring at each other worriedly. They were facing a new demise, and that was a crazy man calling crazy men to kill off a couple female lawyers. "What are we going to do, Abbie?" asked Connie, trying to initiate conversation.
"Go after them," stated Abbie flatly.
"I'm serious Abbie," said Connie. She stared at Abbie's deep chocolate eyes. "I'm not going after a bunch of lunatics unarmed." Connie stared out the large window leading out to the broad view of Manhattan. She stared at the stunning view of the largest building in the city, the Empire State Building, until she reached a conclusion she dreaded coming up with. "Maybe we should call Lupo and Bernard."
"No," said Abbie adamantly. "We can do this ourselves. We don't need anyone's help."
"We have no means of defending ourselves," argued Connie.
"Yes we do. You told me you were good at punching men in the mouth."
"That was to stop Woll from raping me."
"We can defeat these men."
"No we can't."
"Yes we can."
"How?" asked Connie, mildly amused. "Pray tell me, Carmichael, how in the world are we going to defend ourselves from five large, dangerous, and, not to mention, armed men? How are we going to defeat those men and their insane mastermind, who's behind bars in maximum security prison, with only our bodily power? I would like to know this." Connie had her arms folded over her chest and her eyes stared impatiently at Abbie.
"I was hoping you wouldn't do this," groaned Abbie.
"Do what?" asked Connie, still glaring down at Abbie.
Abbie reached down for her desk drawer. "Remember when I mentioned carrying a gun?"
"Yeah," said Connie with questioning tone. "I thought that was a joke."
Abbie pulled a case out. Connie recognized it for what it was immediately. A gun case, holding a maximum amount of two weapons. Connie raised her eyebrows at her associate and stared shockingly at Abbie. Abbie saw this stare and confirmed it with a nod. "That wasn't a joke." Abbie pulled two slips out from that same drawer, waving them like they were some sort of treasure. "I pulled a few strings to get a carrying permit for you. I have one myself." She handed a permit to Connie. "These come in handy when the maniac you're after has numerous accomplices and you're worried you might be the one killed in their next raid."
Connie took the permit from Abbie's right hand. "You can't be serious," she whispered.
Abbie nodded, looking more serious than Connie predicted. "Here," she said, handing Connie a gun. It was something that looked like standard police issue. Connie held it in her hands as if letting go might cause the thing to explode. "And here's a case of ammo." Abbie handed Connie a box of ammunition to use incase she needed to.
Connie still stared shockingly at the weapon. "I don't know," she whispered.
"Just put it in your purse," said Abbie earnestly.
"That's not what I meant," Connie began to clarify; "I just meant I haven't handled a gun before. I can punch a man with no problem, but a gun is different." She returned her attention back to the weapon she was holding in her hands. "I don't think I can handle a gun."
"Well this is the only way we're gonna be able to handle the large and dangerous armed men, Connie," said Abbie. "C'mon," she ordered, clapping Connie on the shoulder gently, "let's go. I'm gonna take you somewhere where I can teach you how to properly handle something like this."
Abbie was managing the wheel in Connie's car as they drove their way upstate. Connie did her best to try and get out of having the weapon on her person but Abbie would have none of the "I'm only a lawyer" arguments. She ordered Connie to try and deal with it, but Connie still ranted about it on the way to the range.
The range was the dusty kind. Connie thought that this particular range upstate might also host New York versions of Rodeos. She glanced at Abbie, who looked at home in the setting, and thought no more of it.
She moved closer and noticed that there were some targets that were far distances away from wooden frames. Connie carefully treaded along the dusty road to the target. Abbie pulled the gun out from Connie's handbag and fired first, showing Connie how to cock, load, and shoot properly. When she was done, Connie found herself back in possession of the gun. She held it shoulder-length high, cocked it, planted her feet firmly on the ground, and fired. The sound of the fire caused her to jump and squeak frantically. Abbie held Connie still to get her to calm down. When Connie finally settled down enough to take a deep breath, she looked at Connie and let her go.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Yeah," said Connie. "Let me fire a few more rounds to get used to the thing."
"Okay," smiled Abbie. Abbie pulled her own gun out and began to fire at the target that was next to Connie. When Connie glanced over at Abbie, she saw how at home Abbie must be in that world, knowing that Abbie grew up in Texas. She could tell because Abbie handled that gun like an expert.
She would rely on Abbie as a major form of defense if she could help it.