Casey saw his wife's eyes widen, and knew one of the Rachlings was impending.  He grimaced, and rounded on it, but already a bolt of magical energy shot from his wife's hand, stupefying one of the creatures.  Where the other was, he didn't know.  His arm ached, where he'd been shot, and the gun still clutched in his hand didn't want to raise the weapon.  Blood dripped down the barrel as Evelyn bustled him down the stairs.  He heard the crack of gunfire again, and grimaced.  He needed to get Evelyn out, or end the threat.<br/><br/>They made it to the bottom of the stairs with no further gunfire.  Either the Rachlings had run dry, they couldn't get an angle on their prey, or they'd given up the chase.  The sirens were drawing nearer.  In fact, they were almost upon the parking structure, as Casey hurried his wife out the doors.  There was a moment of heavy-breathing, and sirens, before an engine started in the parking ramp.  There was a squealing of tires, and -as a pair of local police cars pulled up to the entrance to the parking ramp, and local law officers stepped out with pistols drawn- the black SUV that the Rachlings had ambushed out of peeled down the ramp, bashing one of the cars in the rear portion with a crash of metal.<br/><br/>One officer was shunted aside by his displaced vehicle, and the other opened fire on the retreating vehicle.  Outside the stairwell to the ramp, Casey took it all in at a glance, and hustled Evelyn to the side of the doorway to peer back inside.  No pursuit.  The Rachlings had gone.  "Gods,"  He breathed.  "Evie, what were you thinking?  Are you alright?  You're bleeding,"  He said trying to assess his wife's injuries.