Allison sent off her email to Anton before grabbing the propane torch she'd picked up at a hardware store. It wasn't a flamethrower, but it was decent - it'd work a sight better than a lighter and a can of deodorant. The tank fit in the voluminous pockets of her firefighter jacket, along with her backup stakes and watergun.
A thrill started to hit her - an *emergency*, not a game or anything - and she took the stairs down to the street two at a time.
"Get inside, y'bloody idjits!" she hollered at the people running on the street.