IRC-Galleria

"Kate, get in here!" I yell at my secretary while frantically looking through my desk drawers.
"Where in God's name is my pistol?" I ask her as she steps in.
"You pawned that last month for booze silly." She says smiling and reaches into her purse.
"Here you can have mine." She hands me over a small revolver.
"What's this?" I examine the gun; it's a top break single action revolver with only three chambers but each one is loaded thankfully.
"It's my saturday night special, the only gun I could afford to buy." She says and walks back into the waiting room.
I stick it inside my jacket and gather the rest of my things: a half empty pack of smokes, a wad of single credit bills, all the cash I owned, and my P.I.-badge.
I stuff the lot into my pockets and walk outside.
"You hold down the fort I have to go do something." I say to Kate as I open the front door.
"Where are you going?" She says with a faint of worry on her face.
"I'm going to see Legion." I say and walk out.