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and after regaining his balance, turned to walk off in a different direction.

"Where you going?"

"Back to the scene of the crime. Come on!"

Harry shrugged one of those 'I have nothing better to do anyway so I'll tag along with your quest to find the flying pig' shrugs, and walked after John.

* * *

The two friends walked slowly to the playground, trying not to overheat in the summer swelter, but all at once, they saw the man in the dark outfit. He still stood in a menacing pose, his black boots and long black cape almost blending perfectly with the new pavement of the basketball court. His immense stature nearly brought the crown of his menacing black fedora even with the basketball hoops. He stood with his body turned mostly away.

They slowed, and Harry leaned over towards John. "Don't you think it's a little hot for those clothes?"

John shrugged. "Maybe we should go around."

The sound of John's voice brought the man's head around. "Back so soon?" he asked. An arm, clad entirely in black fabric, stretched out, and the man examined his watch. "Sooner than I thought. Well, whatever. What is your answer?"

"I'm not here for you. I'm here for the pig."

Harry nodded. "I'm also here for the pig."

"You do not show enough respect for me," the man hissed. He took a step closer to them. "You will learn to fear me before the sun sets." The man shrugged back again, this time exposing a wicked sword.

Harry glanced down, but his attention was drawn to a bit of bright yellow cloth sticking out above the man's belt. He leaned towards John again. "Dude, check out his undies!"

John's eyes bugged out. Harry cackled hysterically.

The man in the (mostly) dark outfit unsheathed his sword and twirled it around. The blade came to a rest directly between John and Harry's necks.

"You were saying?" the man asked. The sword was sheathed again one quick movement later.

"I just remembered I need stamps," Harry said, trying to hide the tremor in his voice. He glanced at John. "Wanna go to the post office with me?"

"Your public service building will not save you!" the man roared.

"Oh. Right."

John looked at Harry. "Nice try, anyway."

Harry shrugged and looked up at the man in the dark clothes. "Just who are you, anyway? And what do you want with John?"

"Must I explain everything to you?" the man asked. He turned to John. "Why is he here? He is a nuisance! Let me crush his skull. Our business will go much smoother then."

John shook his head as thoughts raced through his mind. The man tapped his fingers against

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