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“How dare you!” I seethed. The crowd noticed my expression and stepped back.

“Dude! We’re detecting activity.”

“You’re trespassing. Get the fuck out of here,” I growled as my fists clenched at my sides.

“You’re not understanding…” he argued.

“Ain’t I? What, am I too dumb to understand? That this is private property and my dead brothers are buried there? That they gave their lives to save assholes like you? What fuckin’ right do you have to come and desecrate their graves? How dare you disrespect their memory?” I yelled.

The crowd began backing away from my anger. Most looked shamefaced.

“But they’re not at rest—”

My temper snapped, and I swung my fist. Someone caught it before I landed the punch, and the man arguing with me stepped back with a high-pitched squeal.

“Go easy, Prez,” Gravey warned.

“You got a recent death? How about I come dance on their fuckin’ grave?” I hissed, and the guy blanched.

A loud bang caused us all to jump, and I turned and saw Carole standing just inside the gate with a shotgun. She’d fired in the air. Okay, that made a point.

“How dare you? My son and husband are lying here, and you want to trample all over their graves? Disrespect their memory? What is the matter with you? These aren’t old graves. These are recent, and you believe you have the right to reopen our pain and grief?” Carole seethed.

Some of the crowd looked away, embarrassed.

“They’re not—”

“Don’t you dare tell me what my kin are doing! How the hell would you know? This isn’t a freak show. This is blatant disrespect for the recently dead. You’re spitting on the sacrifice they made to save your sorry ass. You ignored the signs coming up here that said private property, and I’ve every damn right to shoot you. Now, fuck off!” Carole snarled.

They began walking away, even the asshole I was arguing with. He shot me several angry looks, but I didn’t move.

My radio squawked again. “Need help at the theatre,” Vortex called.

“Go, Inglorious. No fucker is getting near our family,” Carole stated. I glanced between her and Gravey.

“I’m going to send someone up. Gravey, get some sleep. Those fuckers will probably return tonight,” I ordered.

Gravey nodded, a dark scowl on his face. “Fine.”

With a nod at Carole, I headed back down the hill even as Isabelle came jogging up it. “Grandma and I will watch over here,” she said as she passed me.

“Thanks, Isa,” I replied. She waggled her fingers at me, and I kept moving.

“The cells are filling up,” Law announced over his radio.

I glanced at my phone. It was nearly lunchtime. Christ. And it wasn’t even the weekend. Main St. was heaving when I arrived back in town.

“We’ve got queues for the parking lot, and several have tried to get into ours. I’ve put Nancy on that,” Moon called.

“It’s Meadow here. Lunch is ready. I’ve packages, if people can’t leave their posts.”

“That’s great, thanks, babe,” Chill replied. “Call in who wants one, and I’ll collect and drop them off.”

Screams broke out near the theatre, and I headed there rapidly.

“Need help now!” Vortex yelled over the radio. I sped up and ran, and saw Bow and Law close by, also running. Tracker burst from the stables as I caught sight of what was happening. People were trying to storm the theatre, and Vortex struggled to hold them back. He was about to be overwhelmed when Hercules appeared and shoved them all aside.

I arrived seconds later, as did Law, Tracker, and Bow.