Reminder: words in '' denote mindspeaking

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	 "Hi, guys, you're here to borrow a cup of sugar, right?" Peter
wisecracked.

        A man in a suit came striding through the dark warriors.  He
stroked his dark beard.

        "Who the hell are you?" Tom demanded, nervously looking at the men
surrounding them.  What the hell was going on?  Men with swords?  He'd
seen a lot of things while working at the Palm Beach Police Department,
but never this.  And the odds seemed just a bit unreal here.  He
quickly recounted.  Yup, seven to one odds were definely unfavorable
in his book.  He glanced at Wolf out of the corner of his eye, then
at Peter on the other side.  Shouldn't the twins be a bit more
worried?  Those men were carrying sharp pointed objects, and, unless
the twins were carrying hidden swords like the Highlander, they were
as disadvantaged as he.

	"Since you will all die anyway, it won't hurt to tell you.  I
am Lo Tou, Damon's replacement."  Tou gloated, circling his prizes.

	"Tou.  It figures, it would be you." Wolf spat out.  "How did
you find us?"

	Lo Tou chuckled evily and pulled an object out of his pocket.

	Wolf's eyes widened as he saw what it was, "Damon's beeper!  How
did you get it?"  If this man had it, that meant that Damon never got
his message.  Shit!  There went their last option.  He'd have to
think about this later.  For now, he had to concentrate on the
situation at hand.

	"On his way out, he left a few things." Tou deftly pocketed
the beeper. "But enough of this."

	"Wait!" Peter interrupted. "You never told us how you knew we
were here, as in this spot right here.  As I recall, Wolf said that
we were at Pop's."
	
	Tou waved a hand as if it didn't matter.  "That was easy.  I
just walked up to your police station and asked for Caine.  Your
fellow officers were very helpful."

	Peter's eyes widened at the information.  "You walked up to
the police station?"  When he found out who spilled the beans, he was
going to...going to...well he'd decide that later.  First they had to
get out of this mess.  Peter blinked as he saw a movement behind Tou.

	'We are here, my sons," Kwai Chang Caine's voice intoned
mentally.

	The men around the younger Caines shifted accordingly while
Tou continued to gloat, not suspecting a thing.  Tou
faltered as he saw his men move. "What is it?"

	One of the men silently pointed with his sword.  Tou whirled
around to see Caine, Matthew, and Martin descending upon him and his
men.  Mary Margaret, Jody, and Cassy stood by their sides with
their fire arms cocked and aimed, like avenging angels ready for a 
fight. The twins and Tom quickly joined into the fight.

	Tom watched admiringly as the twins seemed to fight in synch
with each other.  Whoops!  Tom ducked just in time as a sword tried
to decapitate him.  "Hey!  What do I look like?  A freaking immortal?
Geez!"  Tom took a chance and kicked the other man in the knee.  His
crippled opponent staggered back.  That wasn't so bad.  He groaned as
another came up to take the cripple's place.  

	Matthew used his cane to parry off attacks as Martin and 
the girls fired.  Caine was fighting his own battle with Tou. "You'll
never defeat me."  Tou pulled out a gun of his own.  Caine carefully
circled him, looking for an opening.  Tou gave a start as Tom
shouted, "There can be only one!"  Caine quickly heated up the gun in
Tou's hand.  Tou dropped it with a muttered oath as he briefly glared
in Tom's direction and ran.  His men lay scattered and wounded on the
ground. The ones that could still move valiantly dragged some of 
their comrades off the battlefield. 

	Cassy started walking towards Tom, grimacing at the carnage
around her. "There can be only one?"

	Tom grinned sheepishly. "I was getting into the sword thing,
okay?  Besides, it worked great as a distraction, didn't it?"	  

	"Yes," Caine replied with a grin of his own.

	Cassy shook her head.  She saw a movement behind her partner. 
"Tom look out!"

	Tom turned around just as the guy he had crippled in the knee
rose up and lunged with his sword.  This time there was no time to
duck.