With the phone line dangling in one hand Tom felt a warning at the back of his mind. A fuzzy image of orange and red flashed through his mind’s eye.
There was no time to shout a warning.
In one move Tom dropped the phone cord and lunged over the desk tackling Tate.
The next instant something crashed through the window and bounced off of Ed’s desk.
Then the world exploded.

She was surprised to see it wasn’t Timmy. She quickly placed her hands back behind the chair,hoping the newcomer wouldn’t inspect too closely. The man who approached her was about Attwood’s age with receeding black hair. He had darker skin but Sloan couldn’t tell if it was Hawaiian decent or Hispanic.

“Where’s Timmy?”Sloan asked hoarsely.

The man blinked in surprise as if he hadn’t expected her to be concience,”Timothy had an errand to run.”

“How long have I been here?”Sloan asked quietly.

“The prey is not to ask questions.”

Out of the corner of her eye Sloan spotted a heavy wooden bird statute sitting on a small table just out of her reach. If she could just keep him distracted long enough she might be able to knock him out.

“We are not prey,”Sloan said icely as the man moved to retrive something from the closet,”We will fight for our survival.”

“And you will loose.”The man repiled sending a chill of Deja Vu down Sloan’s spine. She had heard Tom say that very phrase so many months before.

In a flash Sloan was on her feet snatching the wooden bird statute from its perch.

The man didn’t even glance up at her footsteps as she brought the hunk of wood crashing down on his skull.

“We *will* fight.”Sloan vowed as the man crumbled to the floor unconscience.

With one quick glance out into the hallway Sloan disappeared.