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my jaw. Impossible. Yet I had just seen it happen. Maybe the
ball was actually some sort of electrical device, an EMP bomb
maybe, whose command signal pulse triggered the control
mechanism for hidden sliding panels. It sounded lame, but
what the hell could have happened? Magic? At this point, I
began to wonder if they were really a rescue squad, or merely
more loonies in on the fun.
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The vampires advanced slavering and growling. Red came
at Fat Boy, and he let her have a full burst at point blank
range. The heavy-duty combat rounds blew holes in her the
size of Montana. She burst into flames and dropped to the
ground, still screaming and trying to get at the lard bucket.
One tough bitch. Incendiary bullets? I wondered.
That was when I realized that the sphere must have
contained BZ, military hallucinogenic gas, because everything
started to get real funky.
The other two vampire types flapped their arms and turned
into freaking bats! No smoke, no special effects. And not
dinky little zoo bats, but great big mothers who soared into
the air and began circling around the room as if this was Wild
Kingdom and I was Marlin Perkins.
Suddenly, Chubby moved in front of me, his machine gun
spraying hot lead protection. At least that was no
hallucination. I felt the stinging blast of the blow-back gas,
and a red-hot shell casing bounced off my hand burning the
flesh.
The short lady jumped up on the coffin and, reaching
behind her, pulled out a long curved sword so highly polished
that the blade seemed to ripple with rainbows. Flipping it
over, she knelt and buried the sword to the hilt into the
rectangular box.
Big deal, I thought. But Batguy didn't care for the idea a
bit. Rearing backwards, he opened his jaw and vomited a
lance of fire at the swordswoman. She ducked, but it wasn't
necessary. A river of ice launched from the cupped hands of


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Skinny and the two streams hit in midair with a deafening
thunderclap worse than an overload at a rock concert.
As I shook the ringing from my ears, I suddenly noticed