"Revolvers are very reliable weapons. They almost never jam, aren't affected by weak-wristing, and can be chambered for large-caliber rounds. Their stopping power and lethality are both excellent. The only problem is that they make too much noise and muzzle flash when fired, making them unsuitable for infiltration."
The man seated at the table held a Colt Python. It was a rather beautiful revolver, chambered for .357 Magnum rounds. Through the cylinder, one could see the oversized handgun cartridges that truly lived up to the name.
"As long as you like it." Diana Prince, seated across from him, studied the man. He wore fitted tactical gear and looked lean but powerful. His tone when discussing firearms was overly casual—proof that he was an old hand, yet lacked respect for deadly force. Or perhaps he simply did not consider firearms his deadliest weapon.
"I had the honor of meeting that professor once," Diana said. "You are very different from him. I know you must each have your own legendary stories. But now, Mr. Rodriguez, we need you to leave for Egypt immediately. A French arms dealer named Hessinager has taken an extremely important artifact from the Metropolis Museum. It holds a secret concerning the person we are looking for."
The pistol was gently set on the table. Those sharp gray eyes lifted to Diana, fixed on her, and then he said, "Losing Batman has made you completely lose your edge. If that thing was so important, why was an outsider like an arms dealer allowed to take it?"
"In terms of its value as an artifact, it is not priceless. The Metropolis Museum has a series of complicated artifact protection and repatriation agreements with France and many small African nations. That is beyond my authority."
"And yet you want to take