[i]As Trost lounged in some stadium seating at Fenway park, he felt truly content. But just as that thought crossed his mind, a fallen ketch marked as an unknown house materialized above the stadium. As the hunter pulled out his Omolon scout rifle, a skiff dropped down, releasing a party of vandals and Captains[/i] Well now, ten on one? Hardly seems like a fair fight. For them. CLOSED