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that Batgirl was gone. I couldn't see her anyplace, but a weird
patch of fog was drifting towards Mandrake over by where the
door used to be. Impulsively I shouted a warning.
However, the coffin was in the line of fire for Rambo and
Ninja Girl was dancing with Igor the human hang glider, so
Mr. Wizard was alone on this one.
Muttering something, in Latin I guess, he threw a fistful of
sparkle dust at the cloud with no effect. What a surprise
there. The cloud advanced. Quickly he pulled out a cross and
a water pistol, and started chasing the cloud around, shooting
streams of water at it. This is where I lost my tenuous hold
on reality and started laughing. Chubby gave me a quizzical
glance over his shoulder as he yanked a fresh belt of
ammunition out of his shoulder bag and shoved it into the
breech of his weapon.
тАЬYou okay?тАЭ he asked in a husky voice.
тАЬShit, no,тАЭ I replied. тАЬMust have hit my head on an
overhang somewhere and I'm having one hell of a dream.тАЭ
He seemed to accept that and dashed off. I kept laughing.
The two men managed to corner the cloud and let her
have it. There was fire and water and lightning and screaming
and explosions and gunshots. In the middle of all this, the
cloud turned into a wolf, a giant rat, a bear, a beautiful nude
blonde, a nightmarish thing with tentacles and finally a lump
of oozing flesh. Then they set the mess on fire by sprinkling it
with communion wafers.
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 Judgement Night: Bureau 13 Book 1
by Nick Pollotta


It may have been nothing but a drug-induced illusion, but I
rattled my chains at the victory and shouted wa-hoo, even
though I don't like fantasy. If I had caught this show on
cable, I would have turned to another channel. I prefer a
good mystery, with plenty of conflicting clues and a hot
seduction or two, that kind of stuff. But magic? I believe in
hard facts, science, human dignity, cold beer and the Chicago
Bears. Not mumbo-jumbo voodoo gumbo. That's crazy. Or at
least it seemed crazy until tonight.
Meanwhile, Shorty had gotten into a bad way. She was flat
against the wall with the Count moving in for the kill. A flurry
of sword thrusts to his head missed, but instead of attacking,
the nut just stood there and stared at her. His eyes started to
glow a bright red. Hesitantly she began to lower her sword
when an arrow took the ugly thing right in the ass. Where the
arrow came from I have no idea.
He grabbed his butt and howled in pain. Coming awake,
she charged forward, her sword slashing off a wing. Snarling,
the bat raked her chest with his claws, the front of her