For an instant, the two-locked eyes, and Lara wondered who would prevail. But then Ajay held out her hands, and Frys took the pistols from her. He examined them for a second, then walked casually to the edge of the Abyss and tossed them over. “You won’t be needing these anymore,” he said.
Lara felt as if she’d just lost a favorite pet. Two of them.
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Then she saw her guns. They lay one beside the other near a mound of insect debris. She took a step toward them, and the flying thing launched itself at her with an angry buzz.
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Lara, meanwhile, made it to her guns. They were both in one piece, a testament to H&K’s rugged engineering.

The Lost Cult, Chapter 15