A man in blue stopped Demo.
"Those arrows real?"
"Oh, yes, very real. Deadly, too. I've killed many a buck with them. Won a few tournaments, too."
"I thought so. You got a license to carry a deadly weapon? You ain't some kind of kook, here to kill off as many as you can, are you? Here, you better give me the bow."
"Oh, no, I couldn't do that! It's been in the family for generations. My Father used it to kill the sea serpent. And his Father before him to kill fire dragons. I just couldn't part with it."
The policeman, for such he was, looked at Demo in astonishment.
"Oh, boy! One of those!"
He took out his communicator, called for reinforcements. "Were standing in front of the alley next to Martin's Bank. Seems like a loony. Anyway, so far he's not violent. Get some reinforcements over here, before he does go off his rocker. And tell Sue warm up my pizza. I'll be in about two hours from now. You let her know."
He had hardly signed off when he felt an object pressing against his neck. "Your in our way, Mr. Man. Now just pull out that gun and let it fall, real easy. Now, put your hands behind your head. Up against the wall. Spread 'em!" Ralph was relishing the situation.
"Get the gun and let's get out of here. You, get out of the way." Duane motioned to Demo, who stepped politely aside.
The two men entered the car, rev'd up the engine, pulled out into traffic.