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- Once the safe was empty, I went for the chests of guns. Again, the Butcher's knowledge helped me here. Since the Undersiders had no intention of replacing the Teeth in the gun business, I skipped over the pieces that were just 'for sale' - the Uzis, the handguns - and went straight for the serious hardware. Assault rifles. Grenades. Armor-piercing ammunition. The sort of things that you would use to fight a war.
- The rest I dumped into a pile. I hadn't used Rotmonger's power much yet; it leapt to my fingers easily and readily - like a hound let off the leash - as I plunged my hand into the pile of weaponry. Gun barrels warped and buckled, nitroglycerine destabilized, and metal rusted. Then, with a twist of Flint's power, I turned the mass of rusty metal into sharp, pointy scrap.
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