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for all of them to join in. Pretty soon, Haley and Garrett had to step all the way back, to avoid getting hit.
    “Where the hell is their security?” Garrett grabbed one of the sharpened sticks and yanked it through the chain link, shredding the sign and obliterating the photo of mutilated Human bodies that had been stapled to the front.
    Someone spit and Haley caught it on the side of the face.
    “Damn it.” Garrett moved in front of her.
    Haley wiped her cheek and scanned the screaming Humans. She caught sight of a white van pulling into the parking lot. “I think we’re about to have bigger problems.”
    Through the breaks in the waving signs and flailing arms Haley could just make out the Channel Two logo on the side of the van.
    Oh yeah, they were about to get some really big problems.
    Garrett yelled into his cell phone, demanding they get the riot squad out.
    “Cleanse the Earth!” The next round of chants began and someone got out the bullhorn. “No more Children of Cain!”
    Humans and their Biblical references.
    The Channel Two news van opened up and the reporters and camera crew filed out like well-trained SWAT team members. Instead of HK-416 they had the latest Sony HDs.
    Protestors were shoved out of the way as the camera crew and head reporter made their way through.
    Surprise, surprise, Sandra Munly was leading the pack. Seems she was always first on the scene when it came to anti-Kin news. Only thing stopping her from shoving the microphone in Haley’s face was the twelve foot chain link wall. If there hadn’t been razor wire at the top, she would have probably climbed it to get an exclusive.
    Sandra spoke into her microphone, “Haley Night, is it true you attempted to aid serial man-eater,Niles Fury in an escape attempt today?” She stuck the end through the fence like she could skewer a reply.
    Talking to reporters was about as effective as scratching poison ivy. And yet you just can’t help yourself.
    “No. Nothing like that happened here,” Haley said.
    A camera lens hit the fence almost level with her face. Haley let Garrett push her back again. His hand came up in front of the lens.
    “We have no comments.”
    Sandra Munly seemed to be having a hearing problem. She moved her microphone closer to Garrett.
    “We’ve heard reports that as many as five guards are critically injured and three are dead. Can you confirm or deny this?”
    “What part of ‘no comment’ did you not understand?” His eyes went up to the guard tower. “Tell me those bastards are not smiling.”
    Haley took a quick glance. “Looks like they are, sir.”
    Garrett flipped open his phone again and dialed.
    Sandra Munly turned her mic and camera onto one of the protestors.
    “Can you tell us why you’re here today?” Haley caught the sneer the reporter flashed in her direction.
    “To wake up America!” the protestor screamed. “We have to stop these things from polluting our planet, our gene pool, our chances of survival. They are a disease, they are filth, they are nothing but child killers and rapists...”
    Haley turned away. It was better not to listen.
    All of Garrett’s yelling must have finally gotten to someone. The sound of foot falls echoed across the parking lot as an Alchemist team approached, their batons beating in time with every step.
    Garrett growled. “About damn time.”
    Haley wasn’t sure which were worse: the protestors and their bullhorn or the Alchemists and their magic.
    The riot squad filed out and cut the crowd in half. Sandra protested as she was separated from her crew. The gate opened. Garrett led the way. The riot squad did their job but barely. The trail they cut was narrow but it got her to her car.
    When Haley saw it the only thing she could say was, “Shit.”
    Her ‘65 Mustang had all four tires slashed and the words “cunt” and “wyrm” scratched into the primer paint. The back windshield was busted out and it looked like someone had backed their truck into the