**Reunions and Revelations**

Prompt: Gunsmith cats fanfiction may picks up rally after her flight lands at ohare

Rally Vincent stepped off the plane at O’Hare International Airport, her senses instantly assaulted by the cacophony of noises that accompanied the thrumming heartbeat of the bustling terminal. A surge of excitement mixed with the familiar tingle of apprehension washed over her. After what felt like an eternity away, she was finally back in Chicago—the city she knew like the back of her hand and one that held memories that were both sweet and sour. As she navigated the terminal, her mind was abuzz with thoughts of her life back in the city. It had been a complicated six months since her last job—a particularly risky mission involving a smuggler ring. She had left to take care of some unresolved business in another state, but her heart had never fully left Chicago. She missed her little gunsmith shop, her loyal clients, and of course, her partner, Minnie May. The thought of reuniting with her had kept Rally going as she traveled. Stepping outside, the crisp air hit her, and she reveled in the familiar scents of the city—fuel, asphalt, and a hint of something sweet from a nearby food cart. Rally reached for her phone to call Minnie May, but before she could dial, she spotted the familiar pink mop of hair bobbing up and down in the crowd. A smile broke across Rally’s face as she quickened her pace, breaking into a run. “Rally!” Minnie May’s voice was a clarion call, and before long, they were wrapped in each other’s arms, laughter spilling into the cool air around them. “Missed you, kid,” Rally said, pulling back to look at Minnie May’s beaming face. The girl’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and despite the time apart, it was as if no distance had separated them at all. “I made you a welcome-back surprise!” Minnie said, bouncing on her feet. Rally raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Oh? What is it?” Minnie smirked mischievously, leading Rally to a nearby diner. “Just wait and see.” Inside the diner, the place had a cozy feel, with checked tablecloths and the comforting scent of pancakes and bacon wafting through the air. As they settled into a booth, Minnie pulled out a handcrafted wooden box, polished and tight-lidded. Rally eyed it with genuine intrigue. “What’s this?” “Open it!” Minnie urged, practically vibrating with excitement. With nimble fingers, Rally opened the box to reveal a pair of intricately designed pistols nestled in velvet. Each weapon bore a craftsmanship that only someone who truly understood gunmaking could appreciate. “You… you made these?” Minnie nodded proudly, her face glowing with accomplishment. “I had some help from a friend, but I did most of it myself! I thought it was time you upgraded.” Rally felt a warmth in her chest as she held the pistols. Each curve, each sight, and the balance in her hands told her this wasn’t just a tool; it was a piece of art. “They’re beautiful, May. Thank you.” Minnie grinned like she’d just scored a winning goal. “I figured since you’ve been out there, you could use a little something special!” As they chatted over breakfast, their laughter filled the diner, creating an atmosphere that drew smiles from everyone around them. However, it wasn’t long before Rally’s mind drifted to the unfinished business she had left behind. Pulling her gaze through the diner window to the bustling street outside, she felt a knot tighten in her stomach. “What’s wrong?” Minnie asked, noticing Rally’s distraction. Rally sighed, unsure of how much to share. “It’s just that while I was gone, I… well, I got involved with some people who might still be close to trouble. I’m concerned about the shop.” “It’s always something, isn’t it?” Minnie said, her expression shifting to one of determination. “We’ve dealt with worse. We’ll figure it out. You and me, right?” “Right,” Rally agreed, her heart lightening. “Let’s just keep our eyes peeled.” That day, Rally and Minnie spent hours catching up, darting around the city to visit familiar haunts. Rally admired how much Minnie had grown and thrived during their time apart. As dusk approached, their adventure led them to a small park where they shared memories of the old days, the kind filled with guns, bad guys, and the thrill of always being on the edge. “Minnie,” Rally said after a thoughtful pause, “What would you do if you could design your own rifle?” Minnie’s eyes sparkled with excitement, and she dove into mechanics and designs, enthusiasm pouring from her lips like water from a fountain. Rally listened intently, admiring how passionate she was about her craft. Suddenly, the weight of her concern returned. “Minnie, what if we opened a workshop together?” Rally's voice was suddenly serious, breaking through the buoyant atmosphere. “What? Are you serious?” Minnie asked, her enthusiasm momentarily halted. “I mean, with my contacts and your skills, we could turn Gunsmith Cats into something bigger—more than just a shop. We could teach classes, hold workshops. We could make this into our dream project.” Minnie’s face was a mixture of shock and excitement. “I love it! We could do a whole series on gun safety and maintenance! It could be… amazing!” “Then let’s do it,” Rally said, her heart racing at the thought of their future. “Let’s make it a reality.” As night fell over Chicago, Rally and Minnie sat together in the park, their plans for the future growing. With laughter echoing in the wind and the skyline shimmering in the distance, Rally felt a glimmer of hope. Whatever challenges lay ahead, she knew she wouldn’t face them alone. Together, they would take on the world—one bullet at a time.