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Swan was waiting at his usual place up on the boardwalk when he saw Rembrandt come dashing back. He didn’t seem scared and so Swan went back to watching the rest of the Warriors building up a huge bonfire up the beach from where he stood. It had taken days to collect enough wood but it would be a good celebration, something they needed. New members had come in and the chance to relax, unwind and get to know each other was a must. Swan watched a few coolers carried past; food, beer and whatever else was required had been pulled together from everyone’s street resources. The only thing missing was his Angel. It was starting to get darker and he wondered where she was.