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Lola swore under her breath. Her sister could be a hassle sometimes. She couldn't have been attached to a worse person. Then again, Lila's trigger finger was a whole lot quicker than hers and when it came down to kill or be killed, Lila was the one to have on her side. She was nervous enough about dealing with Skimmy. The Welshman was unpredictable as the Type A Chimera tended to be. Anybody with the temper of a badger and the reflexes of an antellope oughta be. No need to worry, though, they were packin' plenty of silver, and Lila, in spite of being a total scatterbrain could squeeze off rounds like nobody's business.
"It's okay," Lola said, trying to calm down, "the guy just makes me nervous. Failed alchemical experiments do that to me. The type As have been around since before Mendel discovered genetics and they show it, you know that."
"Skimmy ain't bad for a conspiracy nut with the brain of a sprung predator," said Lila, "course that isn't saying much."
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