"Sergeant," Sweeney said, "we have a pretty big problem."

"I'm getting to that," Jamison said. "Right now I'm still on the fact that you shot a rougarou in the face with a flare gun."

"Oh yeah, that reminds me," Sweeney said. She got to her feet. Jamison helped her up.

"I'm still on the baton twirling," Isabella said, still lying on the floor and catching her breath. "That was literally fire. I didn't peg you for a twirler."

"I twirled in school," Sweeney said, unholstering the flare gun. "I also learned martial arts, played the baritone, and played chess."

Jamison bent down to pick up something Sweeney had dropped.
"There's nothing but a mess of cut wires back here,"...

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