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Not
to
mention
mythic
creatures
in
the
rubble
…
.
—
WENDY
COPE
,
"
A
POLICEMAN
’
S
LOT
"
As
they
drove
out
of
Illinois
late
that
evening
,
Shadow
asked
Wednesday
his
first
question
.
He
saw
the
WELCOME
TO
WISCONSIN
sign
,
and
said
,
"
So
who
were
the
bunch
that
grabbed
me
in
the
parking
lot
?
Mister
Wood
and
Mister
Stone
?
Who
were
they
?
"
The
lights
of
the
car
illuminated
the
winter
landscape
.
Wednesday
had
announced
that
they
were
not
to
take
freeways
because
he
didn
’
t
know
whose
side
the
freeways
were
on
,
so
Shadow
was
sticking
to
back
roads
.
He
didn
’
t
mind
.
He
wasn
’
t
even
sure
that
Wednesday
was
crazy
.
Wednesday
grunted
.
"
Just
spooks
.
Members
of
the
opposition
.
Black
hats
.
"
"
I
think
,
"
said
Shadow
,
"
that
they
think
they
’
re
the
white
hats
.
"
"
Of
course
they
do
.
There
’
s
never
been
a
true
war
that
wasn
’
t
fought
between
two
sets
of
people
who
were
certain
they
were
in
the
right
.
The
really
dangerous
people
believe
that
they
are
doing
whatever
they
are
doing
solely
and
only
because
it
is
without
question
the
right
thing
to
do
.
And
that
is
what
makes
them
dangerous
.
"
"
And
you
?
"
asked
Shadow
.
"
Why
are
you
doing
what
you
’
re
doing
?
"
"
Because
I
want
to
,
"
said
Wednesday
.
And
then
he
grinned
.
"
So
that
’
s
all
right
.
"
Shadow
said
,
"
How
did
you
all
get
away
?
Or
did
you
all
get
away
?
"
