(I want to save my prologue for later use.)

Next to Yuno appeared another figure, one smaller than the rest of the crowd. The creature had waited for the girl to finish speaking, almost a challenge to his patience. Trig watched her read from the plaque, looking interested at what she took from it. I say the word "interested" very loosely, as he really didn't give a hot shit about what was being said. His interest was attracted to Yuno herself, her mouth more specifically, as he awaited for when it would stop moving. When it had Trig's smile became real. He clapped aloud at her performance, an act to make himself look attentive. She was probably reading a memorial for some dead broad or whatever who cares she stopped talking; and now he could ask his question. The question he prayed she could answer:

"Great performance indeed." His generous clap began to fade. Trig's next question itched at his brain when he asked it; it practically overlapped his last statement. 

"Where are my guns?"