Scottfield Model 3 Spitfire
SCOTTFIELD MODEL 3 SPITFIRE. (See also, SCOTTFIELD MODEL 3) Although the original Scottfield Model 3 was praised for the many advantages its fully exposed cylinder offered, its weight and barrel length made it an inconvenience in situations that required discretion and great handling. To compensate for such disadvantages, the Spitfire design comes with a shortened barrel that allows it to be easily concealed, and a modified finger rest that offers a higher rate of fire at the cost of accuracy.
Interview with Julia de Guerra
Interviewer: Wayne Hardin
Date: June 17, 1895
Hardin: Before we begin, please state your full name and the reason for your presence in the Sheriff's Office at the time of the incident
Guerra: Julia de Guerra. I was appointed as translator to the interrogation conducted by late deputy Howard J. Poulin. The suspect didn't speak English, and he assumed she was a fugitive travelling from the south.
Hardin: Thank you. Tell me more about this suspect
Guerra: She hardly spoke. Even when she did, she only mumbled and stared at the deputy. She kept her silence even when he grabbed his tools and.
Hardin: Miss Guerra, I remind you that your statements are being transcribed, please be mindful as to what kind of information you share. We wouldn't want you to get into trouble, would we?
Guerra: I understand, Sheriff. The deputy needed a translator. That was the reason for my presence in the Sheriff's Office
Hardin: Thank you. Now please continue.
Guerra: Yes, the suspect. She was silent, and terrifying I must say, looked like a corpse, an expressionless, lifeless bag of bones. Her face was covered with deep scars, and her eyes, Dios mio! Her eyes, like two gates into the abyss. The deputy wanted to know where she had come from and asked about the murdered men. It seemed like she didn't understand, maybe she ignored him, but didn't say a word even when he mentioned her accomplice.
Hardin: Her accomplice?
Guerra: Yes. The deputy had heard from the townsfolk that she'd been seen with a woman near the Saloon. I don t remember the name, but when he dared say it, sus ojos... Her eyes grew even darker, the room grew silent, a chill ran down my spine. The deputy, he froze in fear, couldn't even turn around when the door was kicked open and a woman appeared in the doorway, holding a revolver with a short barrel in each hand. She smiled, so did the suspect, they looked at each other while she emptied her guns on him and the transcriber in just a few seconds, but she spared me. She looked happy, Sheriff, thrilled even, her eyes were glowing with a twisted joy. She untied the suspect, they embraced each other, and finally she spoke: Esta aqui. Mi Santa Muerte.
Hardin: And what does that mean?
Guerra: She's here. My Lady of Death.
