" Yeah, but I don't wanna. Be a dear and get Mama a pillow, would you?" No." Ugh… Fine, I'll get one myself."With visible annoyance, she lifted hers...elf up from his couch and walked towards his room. Freddie didn't even bother protesting anymore. When she entered, her reaction was exactly the same as every other time she was around. Which, sadly, meant almost every week."Wow, it looks even dorkier than last time." Please leave." Make me." As she said it, she leaned towards Freddie, raised her. We decided to check out the addresses we had while we waited for our contacts to come through on the others. The first place we looked was a homeless shelter, but our man was no longer there. He had left two days before, the day the imam was found chained to city hall. We figured that he got smart and feared that his identity had been given out by the imam, so he scooted. A wise choice.All of the other places we checked were also empty of the people we hunted, so all we could do was wait for. As he neared the front steps, he saw that he was turning many heads, female and male. Mason walked by and into the building pretending that he did not notice their stares. After taking a couple of steps Mason stopped to ask directions from a nearby hot petite girl who he caught repeatedly sneaking peeks at him as he walked in. After a few moments speaking with her, Mason not only got directions to the office, and her number, but he also invited Mikki to his party that night. As he turned. The Danes came on, unawares. Edric waited until they were almost at the river. He gave a great yell “God Almighty!!!” and led the charge. An echoing shout came from the woods behind and the Danes found themselves caught between hammer and anvil. It was not battle – it was slaughter. Eighteen invaders died in the blink of an eye. Blood turned the approaches to the ford to sanguineous mud. The axe-blades drank their fill. Edric roared to his men “You see they can be beaten! They die like any.