... And revealed two heavy-set guards armed with stun batons. One of them
spoke into the small head-mike that wound around to his mouth, asking for heavy 
back-up. The men eyed him, smiled at him, ready for a fight, and Peter 
remembered the police. He didn’t want to fight, he just wanted to be
frightening. Suddenly the magic Billy had given him was gone. Fear ran through 
his body to his arms and into fingers. He wanted to make a fist, but couldn’t.