38 caliber revolvers that we carry as our duty weapons".The police Chief looked at the detectives and he said to them and he said detective Foley you ...re right you will need more firepower so go down to the Armory and sign out any weapons and extra ammunition that you think you will need for the stake out". So the detectives left the Police Chief's office. Then they got on the Elevator and went down to the basement where the Police Department Armory was located. When they got to the basement. The small one-story cottage with a thatched roof, bay windows, and a squat rectangular chimney puffing out thin wisps of grey smoke greets her. Red smiles to herself and climbs up the few steps to the front porch. She sets her basket on the ground and knocks on the door. No one answers. Worried, she knocks again. Still no reply.“Grandma?” She asks.Nothing.That’s odd.Red frowns thoughtfully to herself. Oh well, She thinks. Better go see what’s wrong.Knowing where the spare key is, she takes it. She was devastated.“It wasn’t your fault” I told her.I then went on to explain the sick little game that some of the footballers and their slut girlfriends had been playing. She had been collateral damage in that game - Peter would have scored maximum points by having sex with her with a bonus for popping her virginity.“How do you know about this?” she asked.“I was a victim too” I explained.I then explained how Melody had been allocated me to seduce. But in the case of the girls, all they had. My wings fluttered. They had to take the distraction. They lived to protect their kin, as they saw other trees. Why weren’t they moving? I stroked Cú Mheá, my heart beating faster and faster.“Can we fight them?” asked Sven.“Not easily,” I answered. “My illusions will work on them, but look at the size of them. They could crush any one of us as easily as swatting a fly.”Zanyia swallowed.And then the shadows moved. I heard their creaking joints and the thud of their footsteps. Sven grinned as.