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“Oh, what are you doing out this far little Miss? We don’t get trick-or-treaters out here.”

Actually, unless you count that witch that had dropped by one year, they’d never gotten any to the Evil Lair. Still, Minion was always prepared.

“Just a moment!” he returned shortly with a tray of cookies, offering them to the girl, “And what are you tonight?”

“Absolutely precious,” Minion cooed.

“Not normally, no…” Minion shrugged. The warehouse district was hardly a place for children. Speaking of which, “You aren’t alone, are you?”

Dana looked down.
“Yes….Please don’t tell daddy.”
The child had wandered off to this remote location.

“How far away is your daddy, little Miss?” Minion really didn’t like the idea of a child wandering around in the evening alone. Especially not on a night like this with so much potential for young punks and candy thieving. Candy was a precious thing to a child after all.

Also, it was a bad neighborhood. Even if Sir and him suppressed the worst of it.