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Angels of Mercy
Alan McGregor
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Copyright ┬й2007

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This is a work of fiction. People and locations, even those with real names, have been
fictionalized for the purposes of this story.
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Although the early summer evening was on the chilly side, Frank considered it bearable.
Traffic was light this time of night, and a long walk on a brisk evening was just what he
needed to invigorate himself after a very long day.

As Frank rounded a corner, he saw a woman, also on foot, walk towards him. The
turned up collar of her elegant black overcoat covered most of the bottom half of her
face, effectively masking her. But her eyes and forehead were quite revealing: she wore
heavy makeup, making her appear as if she were wearing a mask. It was clear to Frank
that this woman wanted to appear much older than she was. Looking, at first glance, to
be somewhere between forty-five and fifty, he guessed her actual age to be somewhat
closer to thirty--perhaps even a bit younger than thirty. Close to his own age.

He knew this type of woman; she was most likely a high-class prostitute. He had no
proof of this, but he had become pretty good at spotting them. These women ran fast
and hard. They dressed, fit to kill, hoping to and often succeeding in snaring wealthy
johns who wanted a good time along with bed time.

The woman caught him looking at her. She quickly averted her eyes as she
unaccountably began to trip on the heels of her very elegant black boots.

"Allow me--" he murmured. He reached out to stop her fall. Suddenly Frank didn't feel
well. He felt the very air change. It seemed as if the air's molecules began to swarm,
then vibrate like a great bell, and it literally took his breath away.

He heard screams from somewhere, but instantly realized they weren't the woman's
screams; the screams seemed to come from everywhere rather than from a specific
point. The brief flash of fear in the woman's eyes told him she'd heard them too.

"Help me, God!!!" Frank barely heard himself scream as he felt the air tear and
disintegrate. He leaped headlong at the woman, throwing his arms around her and
holding her tightly, instinctively cradling her head against the hollow of his shoulder to
protect her.

The street and sidewalk, like two great black ribbons, suddenly buckled and heaved
upwards as brick and mortar exploded around them. A wrenching pain slammed