Robert woke up at the noise of his phone ringing. It took him two seconds to realize that alarm clock showed 2 am, and that caller was Sol. This night Robert had gotten whole three hours of sleep. Wondering whether he should be happy that he at least had some sleep, Rob sat up on his bed and answered the call. ”Robert. Something has turned up.” Said his overseer ”What is it?” Rob grunted half sleepily. 

"The situation as we understand it presently is this: a guardian spirit of unknown intent has appeared in the suburbs," Sol said, his deep voice thrumming over the phone, "Shiloh will text you the address, but the spirit is in an advanced state of manifestation. Miss Blackwood is on location with it, and she reports the creature is around fifteen feet tall with a body made of bags of topsoil, fruit trees, and lawn decorations. She believes she will require assistance in handling the spirit, so I would appreciate if you would make haste." 

”Roger that, I'm on my way.. Guardian spirit, 15 feet... Wait, wha-” 

”Excellent” Sol said as he hang up on his end. Robert was dumbfounded for good ten seconds trying to wrap around what on what on earth he was supposed to deal with. If Morgan was needing backup, situation was bad. Fifteen feet guardian spirit sounded worse than bad. If Robert had time and money, he'd try to ask his military friends for a light anti tank missile or grenade launcher. But there wasn't any time. ”Damn it” he muttered, rose from his bed and started quickly putting on some clothes. 

In good two minutes he had put on his trousers, socks, shirt and vest, but not yet buttoned them. Shiloh had sent him the address and immediately after that Rob had called cab central for a ride at his door. For some breakfast he devoured one tomato and slice bread all the while wondering how on earth they'd deal with this bloody giant. His silver bullets wouldn't do much but annoy the giant mashup of ground and decorations. 

Another six minutes and he had buttoned his shirt and vest and started to put on his grey jacket. His mind was elsewhere completely; he hadn't dealt with bigger creatures since the troll two years ago, and even then they had had proper planning on how to chase that thing back into safer neighborhood. Also trolls were more easily scared than cursed guardian spirits, which Robert hadn't heard of in ages. Sounded like he had to leave exorcism or magical hullabaloo to others and instead help to draw it's attention elsewhere. 

Twelve minutes after getting a call from Sol he was more or less functional. He definitely felt more dirty standing outside the apartment house as his morning shower never happened. To make himself feel more human he kept straightening his  jacket, tucking the hat deeper in his head and patted the holster on his hip to make sure his revolver was there tight. He cursed the guardian spirit in the back of his mind. This day was supposed to be paper work all day, but for that to happen he'd need several mugs of coffee.

The Cab came in two minutes after Robert had waited outside for two minutes. He took the front seat and leaned backwards. ”To the Renton Supercenter. But let's stop at a gas station on the way.” Robert said as he started to search his Tax Card from wallet. 

Thirty five minutes later he arrived at the Wallmart parking lot along with 3 gallons of gasoline in addition to a bag containing several bottles, rugs and a lighter. When the driver had asked about his shopping, Robert had answered taht his friend needed some gas and drinks at Wallmart. At least cab left without driver giving any doubting looks. 

On his way through the lot Robert opened the bottles one at the time and emptied their contents on asphalt. Wet trail followed Robert on his way to the being that had ruined his good night.