<strong>Sunset Club</strong><br/><br/>The number of burning bulbs bordered on the obsessive.  well actually it was comfortably beyond that benchmark.  But considering her own dreams, Mary was beginning to see Carrie's point.  A thought struck her suddenly and her eyes narrowed.  "Light.  Fire."  She murmured.  "Flare guns.  I wonder."  She felt comforted by the small bulk of the .380 at her back.  She had never had to fire it, but me than once she had pulled it on assorted troublemakers.  But that thing in Iraq had taken everything the Rangers  could throw at it for long enough to kill most of them.  The little automatic just wouldn't cut it if anything, um, weird jumped her.  But a flare gun?  "Worth a try."  She decided.  Almost every gun store sold the things.