"Freeze you bastards or you're gonna make my day!" He felt quite satisfied with that. He had a good voice at the best of times, or so his pod mother t...hought, and he had practised long and hard to get it just right.The trouble was these stupid savages weren't paying any attention. Fred scratched his arse thoughtfully and decided to use his weapon. Now Fred called it a weapon and most things whose last conscious sight, before they were transformed into slavish zombies, and had been looking down. Not only was he going to be a slave, he was going to be a slave to actual descendants of slaves. He was going to be subjected to tortures and punishments by individuals who had every right to seek sadistic and cruel revenge against white men who had historically done more evil than he had ever thought to imagine. The ever-popular adage, “My ancestors never owned any slaves,” didn’t seem like it would to matter very much to this team. The fact that he was white and had all the privileges that. A wind started to blow causing his cloak to flap.John walked to the northern end of the clearing. Lowering the lit end of the walking stick to the ground, he traced a circle around the entire clearing moving in a clockwise direction. As he walked, the wind picked up in a swirling pattern until it filled the clearing. Closing the circle, John walked to the center of the clearing and pointed his walking stick to the north. He shouted, “Let all evil leave this area!”As he shouted, a meteor came. He stood there for some time, ignoring the ceramic shards at his feet, staring down the sink's drain and listening intently."What did you just say?" Gerald eventually rasped out softly.The whispering sound had always been very low and indistinct, making it impossible to make out any words. There weren't any after all ... it was just a strange vibration and echoing effect in the pipes. Wasn't itBut, as if responding to his request, he once again heard it. "Behind the old Wilson farmhouse. Ten.