"Code Blue to ladies wear! Code Blue Ladies Wear!"I looked quizzically over at the helper dude, Stan."Medical," he explained. "Usually means some old ...ady fell. But could be a heart attack or stroke. We get those sometimes. I gotta go check it out."I paid the clerk. We heard screams coming from close by. Coming from the ladies clothing section. Two women staggered out from the racks, large wounds on their arms. Kinda looked like bites.Time to go.= = = = = = = = = = = = =Chapter 2 - The Rescue=. " "Tell you a story," I said to bin Laden. "It's about my family. About 1880, according to the secular calendar my great grandparents with his parents and siblings moved here to New York City. Because they thought New York was the worst example of Sodom and Gomorrah they moved back to what is now Belarus. About twenty years later they tried America again, this time moving into Boston. The strange part of what I'm telling you is that my great grandfather had a general store down on New York. I pictured my mother’s face as I had last seen it, lines etched on her brow, having already agonized over my sister’s departure to America weeks before. Her grey eyes had been misty, but she shed no tears. My father had stood beside her. His bushy mustache and neatly combed hair shone silver in the early morning sun. They had each taken a turn embracing me, before the conductor helped me up onto the steps of the train carriage. My father had kissed me once more before handing me the rich brown. "Who wishes to meet their Goddess first?" Aaron asked with a grim look on his face. "For by the Gods I intend to arrange the opportunity."The sisters stood and prepared for attack, spreading out and bringing their glaives up to the ready position. They were arranged in a semi-circle facing Aaron, two to his front and one each to his sides.The telling of the battle took longer than the actual altercation. Aaron attacked first, piercing the heart of the sister to his left with Red Rose while.