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requested an officer be sent to pick the children up for their safety.
    Bob selected some items he needed as well, and then the group of vehicles he had seen earlier pulled in and parked in front of the store.
    A large number of Hispanic, Caucasian, and African-American individuals emerged from the cars. All had gaunt features and emaciated bodies. Their clothing was decrepit, torn, and stained beyond recovery. The newcomers began issuing demands, though Bob couldn’t make out what they were.
    The Rolling 40s refused. One entered the store and shouted, “They want the kids!” One store clerk and the two gang members now inside the store attempted to sneak the children out the back. Bob decided to go with them and tried to call the police from his cell phone. They heard gunshots coming from the parking lot, and ran south through the alley toward Charleston.
    Security camera footage showed the Rolling 40s pulling out handguns and firing them. The rounds blew out several car windows and hit multiple vehicles, but did not appear to even strike the newcomers. Crime scene investigation later determined fifty-one rounds were fired. Eleven rounds were recovered from the vehicles or other objects in the area. Thirty-seven bullets were scattered on the ground, but none showed any trace of impact deformation—as though they stopped in mid-air and fell to the ground.
    Four of the Rolling 40s died in the parking lot, all from sudden and overwhelming levels of cocaine, heroin, and PCP in their systems. No evidence of these drugs could be found at the scene. In each case, death occurred in minutes. The poor bastards didn’t take more than two steps after whatever it was hit them.
    The fifth of the Rolling 40s turned up three blocks away, alive but badly injured. His face had numerous claw marks on it and his eyes were missing. His memories and statements were not coherent. He ran away from the gunfire but remembers nothing else after that point.
    While looking for help, the two Rolling 40s, the store clerk, the two children, and Bob passed a fenced-off culvert for the storm drain system. The children stated they would be safe hiding in the culvert, so the four adults breached the fence.
    At this time, the other gang found them, but didn’t cross the fence. A woman with blood-tangled stringy hair, bloody hands, and gore-streaked empty eye sockets approached, calling the children’s names.
    As she closed on the group, a bright blue radiance filled the area. A glowing woman with blue hair and a dark blue robe appeared in front of the children. All the opposing gang members collapsed to the ground. Bob indicated he saw the woman in blue pull “blood-covered faces”, which he believed to be the souls of the slain, out of the bleeding woman’s body. He stated the blue woman’s touch transformed them into orbs of light, which floated away into the sky.
    The bloody woman vanished. The blue woman told the children not to be afraid, to go back to the shelter and pray for their fallen friends as well as for those who attacked them. At that point a police car saw the blue glow coming from the culvert and investigated. The blue woman vanished before the police officers saw her.
    The children had run away that afternoon from the Meadows homeless shelter in the old downtown area. No missing child alert ever went out. At any given time, Las Vegas had thousands of homeless people, living in and moving between cars, shanty towns, tents, living with friends or family, and squatting in repossessed houses.
    With so much movement in the population, tracking a single family could be near impossible. When other children raised the alarm, all authorities involved assumed the family had moved on or been given bus tickets to another state—a favorite way of addressing the homeless situation, despite being officially disapproved of.
    The two children were reunited with their parents early Thursday morning. Counselors noticed a few abnormal statements, but