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Ramsey’s eyes, the people carrying the swords didn’t look like amateurs, they
moved with that surety and grace that professionally trained bodyguards and
soldiers displayed.
    Seriously,
he didn’t know what his problem was.  He had a cushy six month gig, in a
district where crime was practically non-existent… except, the problem was,
when it did take place, it was kind of fishy.   Sending his instincts once more clamouring.
    Take
for example the recent attacks on a local painter.  First, supposedly
random - passing through - college kids, drive the artist’s car into the
ocean.  It was bad enough the mystery offenders mysteriously disappeared
into thin air, no description, no trace.   But even more puzzling, when Ramsey had driven by the crime scene the
following morning there had been no tire tracks across the sand leading to the
ocean.  Just how had the elusive college
kids managed to get the car into the water?
    Then
several days later, according to a report filed by Cam McKenzie, an unknown
artistic rival broke into the same painter’s house and trashed the place. Going
with his gut, Ramsey had visited the house in the early hours following the
incident to discover it looked as if Wolverine with his claws had gone ten
rounds with Indigo Montoya of the Princess Bride.  How else to explain the
rips and tears through solid brick?
    What
was it about this place that had him on edge?  Maybe it was the
residents.  They were just all so… so nice, certainly the ones he’d met so
far. Of course, no matter where he went, he always seemed to startle people, as
if he appeared out of thin air before them, causing people to flinch, freeze or
in some extreme cases, run.  But not here at the Sanctuary, sure they
jumped a little but then they’d smile at him and greet him like a long lost
relative.  It was mildly… unsettling.
    But
it was more than that, it was like he’d fallen into some strange alien
society.  There were almost no children, not in Haven Bay anyway. 
Though there were plenty of couples, amorous couples at that.   Who strolled along hand in hand, kissed, and
all too frequently disappeared into nearby shrubbery or the sand dunes. 
And a lot of the couples weren’t all that young. 
    Weirder
still, most of the people his generation appeared to be single, though he
supposed that could be explained away by the fact the majority of them were
related somehow.  Ramsey didn’t know what was going on in Haven Bay… or
the Southern Sanctuary as a whole, there was just this vibe he was getting.
    Not
that he could fault how he’d been treated.  His accommodation was
fantastic.  He’d been assigned an apartment in the recently renovated
former Life-Saving Headquarters right on the beach.  He had a balcony
overlooking the sand for Pete’s sake, the view as the sun set of an evening was
fantastic. 
    Likewise,
the local police station was modern, with state of the art equipment and his
office was huge and comfortable.  His immediate staff, nicer still. 
Maureen working as dispatcher, the superman look-alike McKenzie brothers plus
Tanner Bright, Matt Bennett and Benedict DeWitt, who he’d mentally nicknamed
the masked avengers  because of their gravelly voices, the way they seemed
born to fill out a uniform and the fact that they preferred to patrol after
dark.  Not a dud or a shirker in the lot.
    Absently
he adjusted his sunglasses.   It was a
beautiful sunny day, more reminiscent of summer than a third of the way into
Autumn.  A day like today, tourists should be flocking to Haven Bay to
take advantage of the beautiful long stretch of pristine beach.  And yet,
hardly a car passed by headed in that direction. 
    He’d
noted over the past few weeks only a minimal number of what he’d term,
tourists, patronising the local cafes, restaurants and shops.   Stranger still, when outsiders did discover
the delights of Haven Bay they only ever seemed to linger long enough to make a
purchase or two