Around the Island, Monday Morning

It had been a week and Verity was only now getting the last of the weapons she'd hidden around when she was a little kid. She'd been really creative as a small child and good at getting into tight spots that were a lot harder to fit into as a full-grown adult. Even as a short full-grown adult, yes.

She was going one last circuit of all the places she'd visited just to make sure she didn't miss a cache by accident, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Because wandering around with a bag full of guns didn't feel weird at all thanks.

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