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evil."
"Fabulous,” Mindy groaned. “Some innocent bystander hiding in a broom closet, I suppose."
Touching her forehead out of an old habit to probe the building, Jessica suddenly lowered her hand and flashed red in embarrassment. “Could it be a trapped desk clerk?” she asked, helpless as a normal human.
Taking a firing stance, George snapped the bolt on his M60. “A hostage? Sacrifice?"
"I can not say for certain,” the priest said slowly. “But I strongly suggest we proceed with extreme caution."
"All is not as it seems,” Donaher added softly.
Shielding his eyes from the sun, George tilted his head to gaze upwards at the moaning structure. “Anybody got a clever idea how we can find out what happened inside the hotel?” he asked bluntly.
Ghostly figures moved in and out of the pulsating walls, while blood started to run out of one window to be licked up by another. The front door was full of sharp teeth and a fleshy tongue-like carpet lay panting on the concrete sidewalk.
Drawing the Model #66 I checked the scenario load: armor-piercing shell, silver bullet, blessed wooden bullet, mercury-tip explosive round, phosphorus incendiary slug and a hollow-point dum-dum. Good enough. I was loaded for were.
"Sure,” I said, easing back the hammers until they clicked into firing position. “We go inside."
"I was afraid you'd say that,” George mumbled, hitching up his belt. “Want me to stay here and guard our escape route?"
"Nope."
"I'll help,” Katrina offered kindly, beaming a grin.
"Sorry. Need you both to administer smelling salts in case I faint."
With a crazy smile, Mindy playfully punched the plump gunner on the arm. “Come on, guys. How often do we get to march into the jaws of death incarnate?"
"Total so far, or this year alone?” Raul asked rudely.
"Sissy merlin,” she sneered in contempt.
He stood erect. “And proud of it."
Without warning, Raul jerked backwards and fell sprawling to the ground. A heartbeat later an echoing cra-ack ! of a large caliber rifle rolled over the land.
"Jules Verne!” I bellowed, and the rest of my team headed for the center of the earth.
"Pink Floyd!” Father Donaher loudly added, ramming shells into his shotgun.
Arching an eyebrow, Katrina stared at the priest. “Pink Floyd?” she repeated puzzled, as hot bullets zinged by overhead. “Dark Side of the Moon? Wish You Were Here?"
"The Wall!” Raul shouted gesturing from his prone position. With a sparkling flash, a chest-high barrier of shimmering ethereal energy appeared and four more rifle rounds nosily ricocheted off the magical shield.
"Are you okay?” Jessica asked urgently. Edging closer, she yanked apart the top of her camera bag and pulled out a medical kit and plastic bottle of Healing Potion #4. It was the good stuff, strictly reserved for emergencies only.
Tugging at the ragged hole in his starry black T-shirt, Raul frowned as the molded body armor underneath came into view. There was a gray metallic smear directly above his heart. “Hey, they completely obliterated Uranus!"
"You're fine,” Jess announced, closing the bag.
"Return fire, on my mark!” I growled, rising to a crouching position. “One, two, three ... go!"
In unison, the team stood and emptied our weapons at the distant foes. Since we were armed with pistols and such, they were eminently safe from our retaliation. It was mostly for morale, but what the hell, there was always blind luck.
Only Father Donaher didn't join the volley discharge. As a Catholic priest he was forbidden to take a human life under any circumstances. Technicalities, always technicalities.
"Are you people nuts?” Mindy admonished haughtily, twisting both hands on the grip of her sword. “Using short-barreled pistols at an unseen target over two hundred meters away?"
In a shatter of glass, a screaming figure crashed out of the upper windows of the hotel and tumbled to the hard pavement ten stories below. From the reaction, it appeared
"Fabulous,” Mindy groaned. “Some innocent bystander hiding in a broom closet, I suppose."
Touching her forehead out of an old habit to probe the building, Jessica suddenly lowered her hand and flashed red in embarrassment. “Could it be a trapped desk clerk?” she asked, helpless as a normal human.
Taking a firing stance, George snapped the bolt on his M60. “A hostage? Sacrifice?"
"I can not say for certain,” the priest said slowly. “But I strongly suggest we proceed with extreme caution."
"All is not as it seems,” Donaher added softly.
Shielding his eyes from the sun, George tilted his head to gaze upwards at the moaning structure. “Anybody got a clever idea how we can find out what happened inside the hotel?” he asked bluntly.
Ghostly figures moved in and out of the pulsating walls, while blood started to run out of one window to be licked up by another. The front door was full of sharp teeth and a fleshy tongue-like carpet lay panting on the concrete sidewalk.
Drawing the Model #66 I checked the scenario load: armor-piercing shell, silver bullet, blessed wooden bullet, mercury-tip explosive round, phosphorus incendiary slug and a hollow-point dum-dum. Good enough. I was loaded for were.
"Sure,” I said, easing back the hammers until they clicked into firing position. “We go inside."
"I was afraid you'd say that,” George mumbled, hitching up his belt. “Want me to stay here and guard our escape route?"
"Nope."
"I'll help,” Katrina offered kindly, beaming a grin.
"Sorry. Need you both to administer smelling salts in case I faint."
With a crazy smile, Mindy playfully punched the plump gunner on the arm. “Come on, guys. How often do we get to march into the jaws of death incarnate?"
"Total so far, or this year alone?” Raul asked rudely.
"Sissy merlin,” she sneered in contempt.
He stood erect. “And proud of it."
Without warning, Raul jerked backwards and fell sprawling to the ground. A heartbeat later an echoing cra-ack ! of a large caliber rifle rolled over the land.
"Jules Verne!” I bellowed, and the rest of my team headed for the center of the earth.
"Pink Floyd!” Father Donaher loudly added, ramming shells into his shotgun.
Arching an eyebrow, Katrina stared at the priest. “Pink Floyd?” she repeated puzzled, as hot bullets zinged by overhead. “Dark Side of the Moon? Wish You Were Here?"
"The Wall!” Raul shouted gesturing from his prone position. With a sparkling flash, a chest-high barrier of shimmering ethereal energy appeared and four more rifle rounds nosily ricocheted off the magical shield.
"Are you okay?” Jessica asked urgently. Edging closer, she yanked apart the top of her camera bag and pulled out a medical kit and plastic bottle of Healing Potion #4. It was the good stuff, strictly reserved for emergencies only.
Tugging at the ragged hole in his starry black T-shirt, Raul frowned as the molded body armor underneath came into view. There was a gray metallic smear directly above his heart. “Hey, they completely obliterated Uranus!"
"You're fine,” Jess announced, closing the bag.
"Return fire, on my mark!” I growled, rising to a crouching position. “One, two, three ... go!"
In unison, the team stood and emptied our weapons at the distant foes. Since we were armed with pistols and such, they were eminently safe from our retaliation. It was mostly for morale, but what the hell, there was always blind luck.
Only Father Donaher didn't join the volley discharge. As a Catholic priest he was forbidden to take a human life under any circumstances. Technicalities, always technicalities.
"Are you people nuts?” Mindy admonished haughtily, twisting both hands on the grip of her sword. “Using short-barreled pistols at an unseen target over two hundred meters away?"
In a shatter of glass, a screaming figure crashed out of the upper windows of the hotel and tumbled to the hard pavement ten stories below. From the reaction, it appeared
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