12:7

“It’s funny,” thought Gareth, “this is all a little too disjointed to be real.”

The rumbling hadn’t stopped with the excitement at the door. In fact it kept getting ominously closer and closer, like some sort of attack or invasion was imminent. But that was ridiculous, who would attack us? We have done nothing to…

“Oh my god!” screamed Rowan. “It’s the Japanese! We’ve gone too far and they think we’ve infringed on their copyrights. But how… how could they launch an attack like this with no warning?”

“Rowan, Gareth. Clear the doorway,” barked Edward immediately assuming command. “Beaver. You head for the street and see what you can do about delaying the warriors. “Caroline, there’s no more time for this. Take our guest to bedroom and see what you can scrounge up for defenses.”

Edward took in the old furniture and tacky anime art on the walls. “I’m going to set up here and coordinate. Beaver, keep in on the loop.”

“Now MOVE it people! Lives will depend on this!”