In the wee hours of the next morning, a knock woke me up. Lilith stood there in a suit and a rifle on her hands. I figured that she had gotten herself a bulletproof suit. Behind her suit, I could discern the multiple layers of small weapons and ammo.
She was fully prepared. "Get dressed, they are here." Her tone was neither soft nor overbearing.
Without closing the door, I put in my own suit and walked out.
"You aren't carrying any weapons?" She asked in disbelief before handing me her rifle. "Here, take this. I still have a few spares with me."
"Mmmh! Aren't you very generous?" I teased as I looked at the colored rifle.
It had stripes of white and blue at the butt. A single white star just above the magazine on both sides and the famous red and white stripes to the muzzle.
My sister had two lucky guns in the world, and that was after a painstaking effort to be with her the longest. She even considered them an elongated part of her own bodies.