<strong>Sunset Club Sunday Morning</strong><br/><br/>"Men are such babies."  Nash muttered as she grinned at the other women. "One little hit of Demerol and out he goes."  She stowed her gear back n her carryall and cleaned up her mess.   She was still grinning when her cell vibrated, she flipped it open, read the text ... and her good humor vanished.  She read the message again.  Then again.  "Holy shit!"  She stared off into space for a long moment, then said very calmly.  "We have a problem.  I, ah, was called to an incident last night while Carrie was asleep.  Some underworld types got into it with, well something that shrugged off a lot of gunfire.  Me and another street doc, we saved two of them, but the third, black tag, if I've ever seen one.  But This text says all three recovered."  She gave a stony look to Carrie and Nadia.  "No way.  She was a deader."<br/><br/>She sat carefully in the chair near carrie's bed.  "And before I forget, I've got some other lovely news.  "It appears that some bones are missing from the Natural History museum.  Dinosaur bones, big ones."  She grew a little pale. "From what I've picked up listening to you guys, these forces or whatever, they seem able to  bind to bones?"