"Nice work, love. Hopefully, that's the last of the Bunjils."
"I could do without a convention of child-eaters descending on the city. Did I miss the memo about that?"
"Maybe. I'll get this out of the way."
The child heard a dragging sound, before the door was opened by the women with the sword.
"Let's see if we can get you back to your parents, shall we?"
"I swear we run on caffeine around here."
open_on_sunday — challenge #225: angels/demons
Part of the London!verse