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Drawing a mark on the door, I stepped to the broken
window and cocked the hammer on the .357 Magnum.
тАЬThis is gonna be tight, people!тАЭ I shouted over the
groaning of the rafter beams. A crack appeared in the slate
roof and a clutter of stones fell from the fireplace. тАЬReady?
Three. Two. One, go!тАЭ
Crossing my fingers in a primitive luck ceremony, I
emptied my Magnum at the snake body which was bending
and cracking the woodwork on the window. The bullets
merely ricocheted off the scales. But the muscular lengths
instinctively tightened to block any escape attempt. Which
meant the rest of its body would be shifting a bit to allow the
contraction. Exactly what I was counting on.
тАЬNow!тАЭ I cried, pointing at Donaher.
His shotgun booming a gaping hole appeared in the
wooden door.
тАЬJess, go!тАЭ
As if reading my thoughts, the telepath hopped on the
couch, lowered the two cans through the hole and placed
them atop the coil just below the jagged opening.
тАЬScat!тАЭ I commanded, and they ran for the imagined safety
of the living room. Soon as they were clear, I crouched
behind the upturned table and hit George on the leg. In a
stuttering roar, the M60 cut loose, tracing a line of holes
through the sofa, the door and the cans beyond.


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 Judgement Night: Bureau 13 Book 1
by Nick Pollotta


For almost a full second I thought the trick wouldn't work.
Then the world exploded in flame as those twin ten-gallon
Molotov cocktails outside did their favorite thing. The sofa,
door and table offered us some protection from the blast, but
the heat flash bellowed into the kitchen to cook the air from
our lungs and we fell to our knees coughing. Lord, I would
never be mean to a French fry again.
Above the noise of the detonation, we could hear a hideous
screaming that wassailed and wailed. Violently, the cabin
shook to its foundation, a roof beam cracked, the fireplace
collapsed and then everything went terribly still.
Smoke was pouring into the kitchen, making it impossible
to breathe. But that was no problem. We simply scampered
through the gaping ruin of the porch and onto the lawn. The
sight of the giant thing flapping into the horizon was more
beautiful than any sunset I could remember.
тАЬWell look at that,тАЭ Richard muttered, crossing his arms. тАЬI
wonder why the kerosene is sticking to it so well?тАЭ