<strong>Abandoned warehouse, 104th street</strong><br/><br/>Weapons of bone?"  Mary kept her face utterly still.  "Creatures?  I'm more concerned by all the shell casings.  What the hell were they shooting at?  Why didn't anybody hear it?<em>I've got a damn good suspicion about both,</em>she shakes her head angrily,<em>but who will believe me?</em><br/><br/>"Keep your eyes open, Alan."  She eyed him thoughtfully as she climbed into her van, settingher carryall in the passenger seat, the briefcase between the front seats.  "This isn't the first set of weird injuries I've treated lately.  Something very strange is going on."  She drove off at once.  She didn't quite beeline for the Sunset Club, but she got there very quickly.