<strong>Vincent Phelps</strong><br/><br/>Carrie simply nodded, unsurprised and not about to argue with him.  It seemed that she was quite used to being alone; perhaps she even preferred some degree of privacy in her own way.  The girl was far from easy to read or understand.<br/><br/>Getting Chinese was simple and easy enough, as was heading over to work.  The scent of the bat had faded over the hours; thankfully, the creature had been dead long enough as to not leave any major stains upon the trusty implement.<br/><br/>It didn't take long, however, for a priority to kick in.  The alarms rang, various men ran to the poles and got to one of the trucks.  "There's a fire at one of the houses in Piledriver Lane," came the announcement over the radio.  "Directions will be given along the way."