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Let me remind you, Jessica. You're a mercenary. This is about business, not duty.

Now go.

Jessica picks up the bullet that fell from the pouch, and holds it under the sunlight to examine it.

Rimmed cartridge, .44... There's a pattern etched into the bottom.

No... It's too faint. I can't make it out.

Sankta ammo... looks pretty much like the etched ammo we use at Blacksteel.

The casing is rusted, and the surface's copper has browned. Even under the direct sunlight, there is hardly any luster.

Jessica breathes a sigh and puts it back inside the pouch.

'Make the same mistake I made in Victoria'...?

What's going on in Davistown?

Suddenly, she hears a sound that isn't the wind.

Don't move, girl.

Not unless you want a bullet through the chest.