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Chapter Two

Chloe looked at the group of heroes as they walked through the doors of Watchtower, and resisted the urge to jump up when she noticed the clear limp in AC's left leg. She watched as Oliver and Mia walked in slowly, side by side, changed by now in to civilian gear. She gave Bart and Victor a quick check over mentally and was relieved to find that there were no obvious injuries on either of them. She stood up slowly and walked over to Mia and Oliver, careful to maintain the appearance of composure. If she broke down worrying, then the chances would be that everyone else would too. Chloe may have been Mama Bear to the group, but she was calm, composed, kick your ass mama bear. She was worried about Mia though.

"Emil checked everyone out, and they are fine," Oliver said as she approached them, pre-empting the question that was on Chloe's lips. "AC's leg got skimmed by a bullet from a trigger happy security guard, but it's nothing to worry about."

"Fish sticks is still gonna milk this for days though," Bart interjected as he appeared at Chloe's side, holding a bunch of flowers. "To brighten your day Chloelicous."

"Thank you Bart," Chloe smiled and took the flowers to the only empty vase on the side. Bart was in the habit of running to various locales in the world and bringing back flowers, and so Chloe was always prepared with several vases around the tower. She had to admit, they did brighten the room somewhat.

"How are you feeling Mia?" Chloe asked the younger girl as she added water to the vase. Mia shook her head quickly and then looked back at Chloe. She rubbed her temples and grimaced.

"A little dazed, with a bit of a headache, but Emil said that it was mostly shock. I'll be fine," she smiled unconvincingly, before sitting down on the sofa and closing her eyes. Chloe motioned for Oliver to come over by one of the computers, and took in his worried face as he walked with her.

"What did Emil say Ollie?" Chloe asked quietly as she took serendipitous looks at Mia. She watched as AC bought the teenager a bottle of water, and Bart began giving her a foot massage.

"Emil took some blood and should have the results back in a couple of days. He said she is suffering from shock more than anything, and that we just need to have someone with her for the next couple of days," Oliver said, his voice betraying the worry he felt for his young ward.

"Okay, that's it. I'm staying here for the next couple of days. Gotham can wait," Chloe whispered decisively. Oliver shook his head emphatically.

"You need to go Chloe. You know Bats wouldn't have asked for your help if he didn't need it. You are taking my jet first thing in the morning, and you are going to score major points for the JL with Bruce. Maybe then he will reconsider joining the team, alright?" Oliver whispered, as he took hold of the petite blonde's shoulders, looking down on her. "Besides, Mia's got a whole team of superheroes who will dote after her the next couple of days."

Chloe grinned at that. The men in their group tended to stray towards over protectiveness, and she was sure that after a couple of days Mia would be screaming in frustration at their coddling.

"Okay, I'll go. But you have to call me if there are any problems at all, alright Ollie?"

"I promise, Sidekick."

Veronica stared at the map of the continental USA which lay on the coffee table in front of her. She was sat in the house which Keith Mars now shared with Alicia Fennel, and Darrell, who was now a moody 14 year old. When Veronica had arrived a week earlier, she had been met with surprise, warmth and compassion from her whole family, including her soon to be brother Wallace who had been home for the weekend. Wallace now coached a college basketball team in North Carolina, and the last time Veronica had seen him (barring Logan's funeral) was at Christmas, almost 4 months before. She took some time to immerse herself back into her family life, before starting to work on the Winchester case. Veronica's mind started to wonder as she continued to stare at the map.

Veronica sat back on the sofa sighing heavily. It had been a long day at the FBI, as tensions ran high as the Rochfield case continued to worsen. They had no leads, no inadmissible evidence against this family of notorious money launderers. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Hands came to rest on her shoulders, kneading the tense muscles there, sending her into relaxation. She breathed in Logan's scent and smiled as he kissed her head.

"Hard day today?" He asked as he continued to massage her shoulders.

"You have no idea," she said as he tackled the tight muscles in her shoulder blades. "That feels so good."

"I don't work so I have to look after my sugar mama, don't I?" He laughed.

"Oh yeah, the son of movie stars really has a sugar mama!" Veronica laughed with him. Logan knew better than to point out that she didn't need to work with how large his inheritance was and the fact that he was still getting revenue from Aaron's various films and projects. Murderer or not, the people still liked daddy dearest, as Logan continued to refer to him with bitterness in his voice. Logan knew that without her work Veronica would likely go stir crazy. Instead he just said to her,

'When you can get time off we're going on holiday.' Veronica nodded her assent.

Veronica shook her head and fought back her grief, putting it back in the box in her head where she usually kept it and continued to look at the map. Paper surrounded her, as she marked off known places which the Winchester's had been seen or heard of. Monument, Colorado seemed to be the first place which made sense to stop, bearing in mind that was where the two brothers were supposedly killed in a explosion which took out the whole sheriff's department, although she saw in the report that no evidence of either body had been found. The Investigators on the case had just assumed that the bodies had been destroyed in the explosion which was centred around the interrogation room, and that one of them must have had a bomb on them when they entered the building. It did not all add up for Veronica though. She doubted, from what she had found out about the two men, that they were prone to suicide. St Louis was also a stop that she would make along the trip, as the location of the boys first major crime, the murder of several women in their own homes, and the attempted murder of another. Veronica rubbed her eyes and smiled. She would spend a few more days with her family, before hitting the road to find out why the Winchester case bothered her so much. Nothing like a good mystery to take the mind off the mysterious murder of your own husband.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

Chloe groaned as she heard the loud ringing echoing around the hotel room. She had been up late the night before, helping Batman to track and tag a crime syndicate which was the single biggest drug dealers in the city. They had got a handle on the location of the gang, and were planning on going in that night, Chloe playing mobile Watchtower in the 'batcave' while Batman did the heavy lifting. She looked at the screen of her mobile and groaned.

"Oliver, it's six in the morning," she groaned into the mouthpiece as she pulled her earpiece out of the draw.

"Chloe," The worried voice of Oliver Queen echoed through the earpiece of Chloe's phone as she put it to her ear. "Emil got Mia's results."

Chloe sat fully upright in bed and looked towards the laptop on her bedside table.

"Oliver, what's wrong?" Chloe, asked, worried by the tone of Oliver's voice. He was clearly worried about his ward, and that worried Chloe to no end.

"Emil sent the results to you. I think you need to come home. I'm sending the jet for you and will call Bruce to tell him the situation." Chloe booted up her laptop, and accessed the files sent by Doctor Hamilton. She scanned quickly through the medical records, her mouth falling open in disbelief.

"It says here that large quantities of sulphur was found in Mia's bloodstream, as well as in the skin cells Emil tested. She is showing irrational behaviour, unusual headaches and memory loss. What's wrong with her Oliver?"

"We don't know Chloe. You need to come home now."

Veronica pulled in front of the suburban house, tiredly scanning the road and all the cars in it. She was now in St Louis, having visited the new sheriff's department in Monument a few days before. That visit had thrown up no new evidence, except the report about the explosion which stated that no evidence of a bomb of any kind had been discovered at the site of the explosion. It was as if it had come out of nowhere, killing all people within a 20 block radius. Veronica had thanked the newest sheriff for his help in researching an article on unexplained incidences of explosion for the Daily Planet, and after a short, nightmare filled night, got in the car and drove to St Louis. She was sat outside the house of the only girl who had managed to escape from Dean Winchester, during his killing spree.

She got out of the car, taking her bag and a notepad with her. She walked up the front drive to a reasonably large house and knocked on the door. A man opened it, and grinned as he took in Veronica standing on his porch.

"Well, how can I help you miss?" He looked her up and down, and Veronica resisted the urge to slap him around the head. Guys like this one reminded her way too much of Dick Casablancas, which in turn reminded her of high school Logan, which in turn reminded her of... No. Veronica shook her head slightly and smiled up at the marginally taller guy, smiling her best college student smile.

"Is Rebecca Warren home?" she asked, looking him in the eye. She saw him visibly deflate. Perhaps he had hoped that she was having car trouble, and needed a 'big strong man' to help her.

"Sure, let me get her now. Becky!" he turned and shouted into the house. Veronica stood awkwardly on the doorstep, looking into the house, trying to remain relatively inconspicuous. A blonde girl came bounding to the front door, smiling as she approached the guy.

"Hi, can I help you?" she asked as she got to the door and looked at Veronica in puzzlement.

"Hi Rebecca, I'm a student at Stanford, and I'm doing a research paper on violent crime against women, and since I'm from St Louis I thought I would base my paper around here. I was wondering if you would answer a few questions about what happened to you?" Veronica tried to look as innocent as possible, while still appearing interested in the subject as Becky immediately quietened, and the guy stiffened up, putting an arm protectively around her. Veronica was banking on the supposedly shared connections of Stanford and St Louis to get her at least into the door.

"Becky doesn't need to answer questions. It was a long time ago," The guy protested as he started to close the door. Becky put a hand on his arm and looked at Veronica for a long moment.

"Come on in."

"Maybe it was someone who looked like Dean, I don't know. What I do know is Sam was my friend and he and his brother came to town after the first couple of murders because I asked them for help. I don't think that Dean did it, and I know that Sam didn't have it in him to help a murderer escape." Veronica raised an eyebrow at Becky and jotted a few notes down on her paper. Clearly the girl believed that the Winchester brothers were innocent of anything which they had been accused of, and not for the first time, Veronica wondered if there was a lot more to this case than she had initially expected.

"Even if that murderer was his brother?" she asked sceptically as she wrote some more notes down about Becky, and the man she had learnt was the girl's brother, who had been accused of beating his own girlfriend to death, until Dean Winchester had been caught in Becky's home after attacking her.

"Even then. Sam was a good guy." Veronica took Becky at her word and stood up, guessing that she had got all of the information she was likely to get from this pair. They would only end up talking round in circles if she stayed.

"Thank you for talking to me," she shook each of their hands as they stood up and led her to the door.

"Good luck with your paper," Becky said as she closed the door behind Veronica. Veronica murmured her thanks and then walked out to her car and climbed in, trying to process the information that she had just been given. While Becky vehemently defended the two Winchesters, her brother took a very different view. He clearly blamed Dean for the time that he had spent locked up because he had been suspected of murdering his girlfriend. Clearly there was no love lost there. Still, there had been something about the way that Becky had told her story that made Veronica feel like she was hiding something. Her mind wavered as she considered this, and the love Becky's brother still felt for his dead girlfriend.

Veronica's heart sunk as she opened the front door to their house to find it in darkness. She flicked the light on and called out his name, sighing when she got no response. Logan had told her that he had to go out for a meeting with the child abuse charity that he was a spokesperson for and he wouldn't be back until late, but she didn't expect it to be this late. She had finished later at work that night, figuring that it was better to get ahead on her workload than to sit at home on her own, avoiding cooking like the plague. She dropped her bag down on the side table and dropped her keys into the bowl next to her bag. She walked into the lounge and pressed the television remote to get a bit of background noise while she wound down from work.

Veronica walked slowly into the dining room intending to go into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. She was greeted by the sight of her boyfriend sitting at the table, surrounded by candlelight. She smiled as he stood up and gestured to the seat opposite to him. She walked to him and kissed him, slowly and gently.

"I missed you today," she said as she leaned into his embrace.

"Missed you too," he said as they pulled apart and sat down

"I thought you were staying out late?"

"I wanted to have some time to get ready without my suspicious girlfriend suspecting anything," he winked, and she laughed at his intrinsic knowledge of her character.

"Mission accomplished," she smiled as he stood up and grabbed a tray from the side. He served her meal, placing the plates with care. "You cooked for me?"

"Yes," he grinned.

They ate together quietly talking about their days. When Veronica had finished eating Logan cleared away and bought out two plates, each one covered.

"Pick one," he said, nerves slightly evident in his voice.

"A choice of deserts, you spoil me," she laughed at the nervous look on his face

She picked one and he pulled the top off with a flourish. Underneath was a small black ring box. Veronica's heart almost stopped. Logan put the two plates down at crouched down on one knee.

"Veronica Mars, will you marry me?"

Swiping tears from her eyes Veronica took out her phone and decided to make a call to the Baltimore police department, to see if it was worth travelling halfway across the country.

"Baltimore Police Department, how can I help you?" A chipper voice on the other end of the cell phone answered.

"This is Agent Mars from the Federal Investigation Bureau, I was wondering if I could speak with Detective Diana Ballard?" Veronica asked authoritatively.

"Of course Agent Mars, let me put you through," the woman said, rushing over her words in her haste to do what Veronica asked. A moment later a click sounded over the line, and harried female voice sounded.

"Detective Ballard,"

"Detective Ballard, I'm Agent Mars from the FBI. I'm doing some research for the Bureau on criminal psychology, focusing on the Winchester brothers for training in the Academy. I know that you arrested the two men, and that they managed to escape from your custody after the death of partner, Detective Sheridan. I was wondering if you could give me an assessment of the two men." Veronica pulled her notebook out of the bag and grabbed a pen, flipping to a fresh page.

"My report should have been in the FBI files on the Winchester brothers." The detective appeared reluctant to say anything further.

"I was asking for your own personal assessment, Detective, not what the report said about them." Veronica said, grinding her teeth together to prevent herself from making a snarky comment.

"Dean and Sam Winchester may have been criminals but they saved my life. That's all I need to know about them." The woman on the other end of the phone sounded sincere. Veronica raised her eyebrow, glad that the other woman couldn't see the incredulous expression on her face.

"Detective Ballard, if you could give me any more than that I would appreciate it," Veronica stated as she pulled a map out of the glove pocket of the car.

"I'm sorry Agent Mars I'm afraid I have to let you go, I have a suspect in holding now and it can't wait much longer." Veronica knew a brush off when she heard one, and idly wondered if this suspect existed, or whether they were a handy excuse.

"If you think of anything which could help with my paper, I would appreciate if you would call me," Veronica said, telling the detective her cell phone number, with no hope that it would ever call.

"It was nice to speak to you Agent Mars," Detective Ballard lied smoothly as she put the phone down. Veronica chuckled as she pulled the phone from her ear. Clearly there was more to the Winchester brothers than she first thought. She crossed Baltimore off the map, deciding that she had learnt all she could from the authorities there, and looked to her next stop. Milwaukee, Wisconsin where the Winchesters were involved in a series of thefts and suicides, culminating in the murder of several bank employees.

Veronica cursed as her car rattled to a stop. She was on her way back to Neptune, after travelling to Milwaukee, but nothing new had appeared there either. Veronica was planning on regrouping when she got home and planning her next steps. She was tired from days of driving and crappy motels, and wanted to see her Dad, and get some home cooked meals from Alicia.

Now she was stuck in the aptly named Welcome in Minnesota, until she was able to get her car fixed. She slammed her hands into the steering wheel, before taking a deep breath and grabbing her handbag. She had stopped just outside a gas station, and hoped that there was someone there who would be able to at least direct her to the nearest mechanic.

Chloe watched as the computer failed to put together any of Mia's symptoms into any meaningful order, or link them to any known disease. She had checked medical journals, hacked the Environment agency and any other database in the world which could hide any kind of research into any kind of condition related to Mia's symptoms, but nothing had appeared thus far. She set the computer to continue searching for the relevant information and started to consider where the illness could have come from. It was clearly linked to the man in the room, the one who had died having kissed Mia. Chloe wondered if there could be any kind of Meta relation, considering the man was caught in one of Lex's 33.1 labs. Chloe grabbed Oliver's glasses from the case in which he housed his Green Arrow gear and plugged them into the computer. It quickly uploaded the video files stored on the memory chip embedded in the glasses frames and began playing from the moment Oliver entered the 33.1 facility. Chloe skipped over the majority of the video, starting to play it when Oliver burst into the room with Mia. Chloe watched from Oliver's point of view as the man fell away from Mia, collapsing on the floor. The video moved in closer to the man and Chloe was able to pause it with a perfect shot of the man's open eyed dead stare. She took a still image, and loaded it into the face recognition software that she and Victor had created, which pulled images from every database, website and security camera feed in the world. She watched as green lines flashed across the screen, analysing facial features, eye colour, skin tone and hair colour.

A few websites and database entries appeared on the screen. All of them featured the same man as was in the still image Chloe had entered. Johnson Fredern was 34 from Arkansas. He had been married twice, divorced once. No children. Reported missing on 16th January 2008 by his wife. Posters and appeals had been put up; a facebook page had even been created looking for any information as to his whereabouts. Nothing Chloe looked through suggested that the man had any kind of Meta or meteor rock related power, and there had been no progress made on the investigation into his disappearance. No sightings, no information from friends, no kind of a struggle in the apartment where he was last seen. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air.

Sensing that this was another dead end Chloe sat back and closer her eyes. Mia had steadily been getting worse over the last couple of days, forgetting large chunks of memories. The whole team were working on it, each using their skills to try and figure out what was wrong with their youngest teammate, and Chloe couldn't help but feel that she was letting them all down. Suddenly inspiration hit her as she remembered that she had another source of information, other than the dead man and Mia's symptoms. She had stills from Mia's glasses of the room that the man had been in. Maybe the symbols in there would be able to give her a clue as to what they were dealing with. She took a still of the room and placed in into the image recognition software.

Chloe was not prepared for the results of the search. Page after page appeared talking about how to contain supernatural beings, about hunters of the supernatural, demonic possession and exorcisms. She furrowed her brow and looked through the pages. Surely these had to be jokes. If real supernatural creatures existed why hadn't the JLA come across them before? One page stood out. It spoke about Enochian sigils as the only way to contain a major level demon, and included a drawing which matched the picture Chloe searched exactly.

Meta's, meteor freaks, even aliens from another planet were things Chloe was able to stomach with ease. Why should the supernatural be any different?

Taking a deep breath, trying to get a handle on everything, Chloe closed all the browsers down and opened up a single internet webpage. She did a complex search linking all of the keywords relating to Mia's condition, in addition to Enochian sigils and demonic possession.

The webpage claimed that no results had been found anywhere. Chloe pursed her lips. She had seen on some of the websites hints that there was a website, or message board for hunters of the supernatural, and she was sure that she would be able to find her answers there. She went back to the website which had mentioned the sigils and hacked into the website itself, finding a backdoor into the message board which could only be found if different pages were accessed in a certain order, and then a password entered.

The message board contained information about the best ways to kill werewolves, on vampire nesting habits, and a whole sub board dedicated to demonic possession. This was clearly the place Chloe was looking for.

She quickly created a fake profile, originating from several different IP addresses across the globe and typed in a single message which would appear on all computers of whoever was online at that time.

I work for an organisation which does much the same work as you appear to and am in need of help, and it appears to be in your area of expertise. A friend of mine is suffering from memory loss, headaches and sulphur has been found in her skin, blood and major organs after freeing a man who was stuck in a room of Enochian symbols. Someone please respond.

Immediately someone created a thread on the message board and typed in a post.

Greg201: This is a secure webpage for hunters. How the hell did a rookie get onto the page?

Chloe resisted the urge to type in an angry message about her credentials as a purveyor of the strange and unexplained, and instead settled for snorting at the arrogance of this 'hunter.'

WatchTower: This is not my area of expertise, but this isn't my first rodeo. I could really use some advice

A new person posted a few minutes after Chloe's message.

JH67: Come to Harvelle's roadhouse in Nebraska. Someone there will be able to help you with your problem

JH67: Don't worry. There are people who can deal with this.

Greg201: And take that header off of the damn website. We get your message

Chloe took a deep breath and pressed a button on her earpiece.

"Chloe, what have you got for me?" Oliver asked as he responded immediately.

"I may have found some people who can help. Can I have the jet?"

"Chloe, the QI jet is in England at the moment, taking members of the board to a conference about carbon emissions, and yes, I understand the irony of travelling god knows how many miles in a private plane to discuss carbon emissions. It won't be back for a few days, and Bart is tracking down some leads in Europe for Emil" Oliver said apologetically. "Use the JLA card and book yourself on the next flight to wherever you need to go. Who are these people?"

"I don't know, but if they can help Mia then I have to try. I guess I'm going to Nebraska."

Veronica walked quickly through the dark street, cursing her bad luck as she went. While there was a mechanic in town who was able to get a look at Veronica's car, the parts that she needed wouldn't arrive until the next day, meaning that she had to stay in a motel for the night. The mechanic, a friendly older guy, had recommended a motel/restaurant in the middle of town, and Veronica had sensibly decided to take the alleyway rather than taking the long loop around the houses. As she walked she forced herself to take deep breaths, trying to reconcile herself to the situation, which was unfortunately beyond her control. As she did so she knocked into another person. She looked up, apologising for her clumsiness and tried to step to the side and out of the way. The man was middling height, and looked about middle aged, with a little paunch showing noticeably through his coat. He grinned down as he took a step in the same direction. Veronica moved to the other side, and he did the same. With a detached eye Veronica noted that his teeth were stained yellow and that he had pock marks all across his face.

"Hello sweetheart," Veronica could have rolled her eyes at the remark. She took a step away from him and glared.

"How very clichéd," Veronica sighed as she began walking backwards slowly.

"Now, love, don't be like that," he growled as he moved closer.

"First, of all, you're old enough to be my father. Second of all I wouldn't touch you if David Cameron promised to make me a Baroness afterwards," Veronica said, her tone snarky as she pulled her gun out of her bag. She trained it on the guy with a steady grip, encouraging him to walk away. He started to laugh, as he gripped hold of her one shoulder and pulled her closer into him, licking her cheek.

"Bullets won't hurt me love," he whispered lowly into her ear as he backhanded her with his free hand, pushing her against the wall.

"You better hope so," Veronica snarled as she pulled the trigger, the gun pointed straight at his knee cap.

"Well that stung," he hissed before he raised his hand and knocked her head against the wall, knocking Veronica out.

Veronica was woken up by the sound of arguing coming from two male voices. She kept her eyes closed, and listened as she serendipitously tried to feel her surroundings. Her back was against a wall, as if she had been thrown carelessly into the corner. Her head throbbed from where he had hit her, and her shoulder and hip had fared no better in the fall. Her hands were tied together with a piece of worn old rope, and she was pretty sure she could smell oil and gasoline. A shout roused her from her thoughts.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing, bringing a stranger in here?" It wasn't a voice that Veronica recognised, though she could clearly hear the anger in the voice. It was male and originated from the same room Veronica was in, though a fair distance away.

"I was hungry! I bought her home to share." There was a defensive edge to the voice of the man who had knocked her out. Veronica felt both anger and fear course through her. What did he mean by being hungry? Were these men... cannibals? Or was he referring to a more sinister appetite. Either way Veronica was angry simultaneously at herself for letting herself get into the situation, and at the men for choosing her to victimise.

"We are trying to keep a low profile. Means prostitutes and runaways, not FBI agents!" Veronica was shocked by this revelation. She shifted slightly, and noticed that her FBI wallet wasn't digging into her leg where it had previously been in her pocket. Similarly she could not feel her phone in the back pocket of her jeans.

"Fat lot of prostitutes in this small town." The man was clearly disgruntled at this idea. Veronica cautiously moved her hands closer together to try and gage how much give there was in the ropes. They were fairly loose around her small wrists, and agonisingly slowly she was able to move her hands, twisting them to pull the one hand out of the loop. She did nothing else, keeping her eyes closed.

"So we made a mistake. We were goin' to leave town tonight! Now what the fuck are we meant to do?"

"Eat her and burn the body. There'll be a search, and people will assume she walked off, forgetting her car, or she got a ride from a friend." Veronica fought the urge to be sick. They really were cannibals. How bizarre in a totally disgusting way.

"You are a fucking moron, you know that don't ya! Fuckin FBI look after their own!"

"You got a better plan smartass? After I go to all the trouble getting her. She bloody blew my kneecap off with that piece of shit!"

"You deserved it you fucking prick!" The voices got louder, and Veronica slowly cautiously opened one eye.

Both of the men had their backs to Veronica, a small favour she was grateful for. She could see that she was in a small warehouse which was for the most part empty. She could see her bag and her gun discarded on the floor too far from Veronica to help in any realistic way. Though, Veronica did recognise that her gun had been next to no help earlier in the evening, and that there was little chance that it would make a difference against the two men. She looked cautiously over at her captor. He did not seem to be favouring his one leg, although there was blood spattered along his one trouser leg.

The one man Veronica didn't recognise suddenly twisted around, hissing. She inhaled sharply as she saw a second set of teeth; each one serrated and sharp appeared in his mouth on top of his original set. He smiled, sinisterly.

"Well I guess this solves the problem. We'll just have to enjoy our meal brother," he said as he and the other man began to advance on Veronica. She watched terrified as a second set of teeth appeared in her captor's mouth. Abandoning all pretences of still being asleep or tied up, Veronica scrambled to her feet, trying to ignore the throbbing in her head. She backed away from the men.

A gunshot pierced the air and Veronica watched, startled as the one man's head appeared to explode. The body fell backwards onto the floor and lay still, while the other man twisted around agilely, his face contorted with anger. At the entrance of the warehouse stood an older middle aged man wearing a brown jacket and a plaid shirt. His hair was greying and cropped closely to his head and in his hands he carried a long shotgun. On his hip hung what appeared to be a scimitar.

"You bastard!" Veronica's remaining captor snarled as he jumped across the distance to the newcomer. Veronica watched as he covered the whole distance between her and the dead body and the newcomer in one leap. The newcomer fired off one shotgun round, then threw the empty gun into the man's face. He leant back and pulled the scimitar from the makeshift scabbard on his belt and expertly slashed it at the chest of the man. The man snarled and attempted to grab at the new man's head, intending to sink his teeth into the tender flash of his neck. The new man leant back and coolly cut the grabbing hands from the body of the snarling thing. Veronica gasped as he raised the scimitar and slashed at the neck of the thing. Everything appeared to move slowly as the head dropped from the shoulders and thudded on the ground.

"What... what was that?" Veronica spluttered with shock. She had dealt with a lot of things, but this whole situation conflicted with Veronica's normally very organised mind. She had thought she had seen the depths of human depravity, but apparently she was wrong. Unless, a little voice in the back of her head whispered, what if they weren't entirely human?

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