The Last of the Giants:Chapter One

Rain lashed the window of Tom's second story bedroom. It was nearing midnight but he could not seem to find sleep.
A light was on at the small desk where he worked, reading what seemed like endless stacks of papers, most of which were on the D.G.P.
The Division of Giant Protection had been founded by Tom five years ago. The group consisted of five people, all of whom Tom had known from a privet school he had attended.
There was Tom, the leader of the division, who's knowlage of the Giants was unbelievably vast and accurate.
Then Sara, the vice president of the team. Her knowlage of science was totaly unheard of. She could spit out the entire Periodic Table of elements so fast it would make your head so numb you couldn't speak.
Then there was Sam, who's expertise landed in the category of explosives and ammunition. He could smell gunpowder from a mile away and spot a discharged shell from laying fifty feet away.
Last but not least, the twins, David and Daniel, who's traps, snares, and arrow reached far beyond that of the hunter's.
Tom looked up from his work and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost two now. They almost always went out about this time. The Giants didn't like to come out during the day so they were almost always nocturnal. "Well," Tom thought, "the others should be up by now."
They had made plans earlier in the night to meet back under the big old Oak tree they called their meeting spot.
He got up from the table, opened the door and, grabbing his coat and gun, went out the door.