<div class="floatright">(http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/5376/dangernd.jpg)<br/><br/>(http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/934/infested.jpg)</div><br/><strong>The trip to the store</strong><br/><br/>Travelling through the city took on a whole new light when the random graffiti splayed out across the occasional building actually meant something.  Signs of Danger periodically dotted buildings, sometimes apartment complexes, sometimes nightclubs, even a school at one point.<br/><br/>Other buildings had a similar but different mark, the sign of Infested, though they were all the same color of spray paint that marked Sunset and Mary's van.  Whoever had been setting the area up had certainly been very busy, if not outright meticulous to the point of obsession.<br/><br/>Perhaps the graffiti artist had been alone, or simply been unable to handle the large numbers of areas.  Perhaps the dedicated effort was made to find the monsters so that others could deal with them.  Perhaps there had always been some intent to return in force, but something had happened, leaving only the markers to be answered by any who might heed them.<br/><div class="floatright">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/1691/ripvw.jpg)</div><br/>Not every piece of the Hunter Code was a warning.  A single mark had been placed just outside an alleyway to a Cafe Georgio's restaurant.  Scorch marks inside the alleyway indicated that the entire area had been bathed in gasoline flames.  The mark was a rather simple one: Rest In Peace, clearly meant for a Hunter lost in the line of duty.<br/><br/>Although Nadia had little trouble picking up the baseball bats, one particular piece seemed to stand out above all the rest of the junk in the store.  A lighter sat upon a shelf, a meticulous replica of a dragon's head curled around the rest of the device, so that the dragon would seem to breathe fire when the lighter was activated.  As she passed by, for just a moment the lighter clicked on, pointing its flame towards the next lighter display, a cemetery with a "spooky lighter" for the upcoming Halloween.<br/><br/>With SJ waiting outside, a younger man wandered his way up towards the truck, his unkempt hair and clothes clearly marking him as homeless as well.  "Sarah Jane, right?" he asked, keeping a bit of distance the moment he saw the dog.  "Johnny Seven is looking for you.  Something about a peace offering or something."