Dawn stifled a sneeze and made several choice sexual suggestions about the occupants of the house under surveillance; all involved the judicious application of inappropriate implements.

"Sorry, love, evil doesn't wait for sunshine and roses."

"I'm going to get pneumonia waiting for the postal service to plan their next attack." Dawn shivered and drew her coat tighter, blowing a droplet of water from the tip of her nose.

"Looks that way."

"Well, this is one delivery that won't go through." She shook her head and grabbed a weapon. "Ouch. Bad puns, let's just hit them before it gets any worse."


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