The nails were... painted? Abrilliant maroon. I quickly looked at my free hand. Ditto for thosetoo. What was going on here? I moved the phone back up ...o my face,brushed away thickening curls and spoke,"Who is this? What are you calling for?" I said as the soft cottonshirt I was wearing seemed to be shrink-wrapping to my arms, shouldersand chest. Now my clothing was changing too? I must be stillsleeping... how else could one explain this sort of thing?"This is Charles, Holly, don't you recognize. Johnson I'll be looking forward to seeing you a bit later."When she had left he sat down and smiled to the empty room as a plan raced through his mind. In a few moments he got up and shut down the lab and headed home, working out the details in his head as he drove.Neil drove into the parking lot at "Quail Meadows" he was happy that he had chosen this apartment complex; everyone had their own numbered parking spot painted on the tarmac behind each car. He drove over the number "28" that. That’s when it happened. Within a blink of my eye, the entire gang was on the ground, most of whom were unconscious, with a couple left moaning in severe agony. Standing before me was a tall, confident-looking man clad in red and yellow tights; a gold lightning bolt stretched across his chest. It was The Flash. My hero. “Evening, Miss,” he had said. “Are you ok?” “Sure.” I had trouble forming the word out of pure awe at the hunk before me. He had the body of a runner, with excellent muscle. To be safe, I’d leave those coins in the box unopened for three full days. Long enough to dispel any minor lingering magic’s, just in case.My client had really done a nice job of disguising herself, especially the ears (not to mention her breasts), but it’s the pert, cute little nose that always gives them away. Elves and much of their kin are first class actors; they’re all con-artists born and bred, always after the lutz’s – going for the big joke, especially if it’s a cruel one at someone.