There would only be one day that the family would be allowed to go out into town, into public. It would be one day for the two families to go out and enjoy some air away from the house. With police survelliance of course. Word is that Davis had returned to his roots as a dine-n-dasher at a diner in a town only three miles away, so he must have skipped town early.

"In a sense, we are bait." Panty commented as she took off her sunglasses to wipe them off.

"I don't know where Davis got these skills to be so elusive!" Kneesocks exclaimed, throwing her arms up. "But if he left town already, he may have caught on that we left town."

"Really." Panty sighed as she shoved her glasses back on. "Six girls with wild colored hair and four with red skin go missing from town one day." She shook her head. "Kinda hard to NOT notice."

"Davis is far more dangerous than I thought." Kneesocks started to wring her hands out. "Maybe it's time we moved again, somewhere further away…"

"Nah." Panty shook her head. "He'll keep following us until he gets his revenge. We could go into another country to avoid him, and he'll still be right there, hot on our tails the entire time." Panty looked over to Kneesocks. "So, I think it's time we go and get those guns we talked about."

Kneesocks sniffed. "Yes, we have the permits. But I'm not feeling too confident about having a gun around the kids. Sorry, it's always been a thing; we even had safety guards on the kitchen knives up to two years ago." But she still walked over to the desk and opened up a drawer. "We only need one gun, right?" Panty took a second before nodding yes. "Alright." Kneesocks took a deep breath before handing over the permit. "There's a gun store in town, sells mostly hunting tools. But they should have at least one pistol suitable to you."

"Alright." Panty tapped on her sunglasses. "I'll go ahead and grab a piece, take it back home and meet you guys at the museum in the central square area. Already saw the movie with the board." She whistled as she headed out of the house.

Kneesocks couldn't make herself comfortable during the entire time they were out in town. It weren't the plain-clothes officers hanging around or the eternal dread of a psychotic maniac hunting her and her family down. She couldn't really put a finger on it. The movie they saw actually greatly entertained her and the concessions were actual food handled by someone who knew how to handle food without having a zit fall into the bucket of popcorn.

But she fidgeted in her chair the entire time.

The local museum all about the history of the town and farming in general sounded like a bad idea at first, but the entire place had, like, quality to it. For starters, for a town constantly baked by the sun, the museum had a strong air-conditioning unit that kept the entire place cool 24/7. And even Missus 'I-Loathe-Museums' Gee took delight in the displays of the settlers in patchwork clothes cutting down foliage with rusty tools. Possibly a result of her star-gazing dreams, but she still read and listened to every exhibit possible.

But Kneesocks couldn't find herself enjoying anything, not even the display talking about how the original judges employed a 'life or death' law system.

And the restaurant they went to? All the food came in the morning, delivered from the farms. The Barn Table had the freshest food the two families ever had. Anklet even asked out loud, to a waiter, if there's a chicken and a cow outback! Anklet had a cheese omelet, Gee and Scanty tackled a double hamburger, (Minus tomatoes for both, minus lettuce for Gee) Stocking kept to a small salad, (As she wanted to gorge herself on some 'small-town candy' later) and Kneesocks dined on a small steak.

Out of all the tiny bites she had of it, it tasted pretty good. Better than most of the steaks she had to share with the important people on the city council after a big case. But she couldn't actually like it.

"You don't look like you're having fun." Stocking pinched Kneesocks' cheek while the others were washing up in the restaurant's room. "You could ask Mister Obvious over there to keep a few feet back…" Stocking pointed behind her towards the brown-suited, black-tie man in sunglasses leaning against a wall holding a hotdog. "I bet the hotdog cost more than a appetizer here."

"It's not the police presence." Kneesocks shook. "It's just…something."

"Something?"

"Something I can't put into words." Kneesocks sighed. "I mean, I did have had fun. Really. Enjoyed the movie, the museum and the good. Honestly." She held up a hand. "And the town is lovely too. Would live here if we had a better house."

"And if Anklet doesn't develop hay fever." Stocking admitted.

"If I don't develop hay fever." Kneesocks sniffed.

They went quiet for the rest of the time the other girls were in the restroom. Stocking kept herself close to Kneesocks the way towards the ice cream shop in the center square, the last stop of the day.

"They have carrot!" Anklet cheered with as she rapped her finger against the plastic cover of the menu board.

"This town is obsessed with farm produce." Panty sighed as she dug out her card.

So Anklet got her carrot-flavored ice cream, Gee got a single scoop chocolate fudge, Panty picked out a caramel-topped strawberry dish (Just like my wife, Panty commented to the vendor), Kneesocks bought a raspberry ice cream dish with tons of fruit, and Stocking…almost bought the entire shop. Panty had to hold her sister back. So Stocking just accepted a quad-scoop of chocolate, strawberry, vanilla and chocostrawilla.

"What's the word for six but like for six?" Gee asked.

"Sextuple." Kneesocks spoke up. "And yes, you may use it despite the first three words."

"So she got sextuple scoops." Gee pointed to Stocking as she dug into what technically counted as six scoops.

"How come none of you haven't figured out that I have a sweet tooth?" Stocking giggled as she lifted up her spoon to take a huge bite of chocostrawilla with chocolate, strawberry and vanilla.

Right before the bowl got knocked out of her hands and splattered on the ground.

The perpetrator was a middle-aged lady in thick leather clothes that had seen better days, common of the homeless seen around the parts. She seemed to be perplexed, stumbling around the place and not even brushing off the cold lumps of ice cream hanging onto her shirt. While Stocking panicked more over her loss of a treat, the homeless lady turned towards the others. "Red!" She spat out.

"Huh?" Panty raised a eyebrow.

"Red!" The lady pointed towards Scanty and Kneesocks.

"Huh." Panty repeated with a more subdued tone. "It's been a while since people commented on your skin…"

"Red!" The lady yelled out loud before pulling out a switchblade and roared towards the demons. Panty tackled the homeless lady down to the ground where thankfully the knife fell out of her hands. The homeless lady screamed like a banshee as Panty held her down. The plain-clothes cop ran over and quickly helped Panty up while keeping the would-be assassin down.

"What's going on?" Gee shrieked.

"We're going home." Another cop came up and directed them towards a nearby car. Stocking quickly abandoned her ice cream and joined up with her family as they climbed into the car.

Davis had sent a assassin. He's getting closer.