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John starts to clean his gun and replies "So you think this whole thing is part of demonic rituals?"

Mike shakes his head.

"I don't, but the government thought something was going on here back in the thirties, and felt strongly enough to level the town."

Larry looks up suddenly.

"Hey Mike, are you saying you're a government spy?" Larry laughs, a bit louder than it calls for. "I *told* you they were watching us!"

John looks at Larry and shakes his head. "What ever the case is we sure as heck in a strange place now." John continues to clean his gun and sighs and thinks to himself "Hope she is ok."

Ray lays her head on Larry's shoulder and clutches the coffee in her hands. Her eyes stare blankly ahead of her, seeing nothing, as would be expected. She mumbles something softly, then lifts her head and sips the coffee before setting the cup on the table and snuggling closely to Larry. "I won't let them hurt you, Larry..."

Derek almost grins and laughs a little. "You're right. In the city all the thugs carry concealed."

He looks at the guns John brought in, "OK, so a 9mm glock, .357 magnum, and a 12-gauge shotgun. I've got two knives on me. Anything else we can use as a weapon around here?"

He scans the room for usefull objects.

"Some knives in the kitchen," Mike says, "but if we need those, we're probably in bad shape."

He looks around at the group.

"I don't know what's going on here, but why don't we just make a run for the nearest town? Get the heck out of here, and call in the Feds again."

At that moment, the door swings open, and Jacob and Clarissa stumble in. Jacob is leaning heavily on Clarissa, blood dripping down his hand. Clarissa's face is bruised and battered.

Derek looks at the two as they stumble in the door, and calmly states, "I rather doubt that's an option."

He glances out the window before asking, "What happened to you two?"

John looks at the two people and rushes over to aid them "What happened?" He then looks at Mike "Is there a first aid kit here?"

A small gasp and Ray jolts upwards, spilling some of the coffee on her lap. "Wh-who--OW!" She tremblingly drops the cup on the table and looks around, clearly not focused on anything.

Mike lays the shotgun on the table and goes behind the counter, coming back with a well stocked first aid kit. He hands this to John and prepares to help.

Jacob's coat is torn, as if by swipes of claws, and his arm and chest underneath it scored by slashes. John starts disinfecting them as best as he can, bandaging them afterward. Jacob endures this silently, his lips pressed firmly together.

Clarissa collapses into a booth, leaning heavily back against the seat.



Larry pats Ray's hand. "It's Jacob and Clarissa, and they look like they've been through a war."