The Not Angels and the Masked Army Have Torn Down Electric Fences

Streck's Corp has responded with a seemingly unending force of eyeless blood drenched office workers dressed in smart but affordable business casual clothing. They are backed by a swarm of yellow helicopters that have filled the sky and yet strangely have not blotted out the sun. Some have fallen as the ravenous office workers swarm over them. The angels or you know not angels have entered the juvenile detention center looking for a certain little girl. No. A young woman. And her well-trained militia of other human beings was empty. Instead there were only shackles that had been pulled completely apart and the words I am found. Written on a bookmark laying across page 210 of a paperback copy of Leonard