<strong>Abandoned Warehouse on 104th Street</strong><br/><br/>"I know," Allan said.  "I did what I could to keep them all alive until you could get here.  I'm sorry you had to be called in when you needed a vacation, but..."  He didn't seem to know what to say.  It was all he could do to keep from panicking as well, simply focusing on his training.<br/><br/>"Don't worry about the police," Mr. Brand said, his calm demeanor showing once more.  "I'd like you to check them all for hallucinogenic drugs as well."  With a briefcase already next to Allan, he sets down the other nearby to Mary without being so close to disturb her work area.<br/><br/>Although the wounds looked to have been a sword at first inspection, the marks didn't match up with steel.  For one, steel was able to cut through bone with some effort, but whatever had done all this could not.  Morphine injections from Allan kept the man docile as the wounds were checked over.  Yet something in his eyes still told a terrible story.  "It just wouldn't die..." he said gently, but a glance from Mr. Brand brought silence from the wounded man.