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statue of some pioneer guy holding a rusty musket. Only now
the statue was gone, and in its place was a small tornado, a
twenty-foot-tall whirlwind dancing on the pedestal. Nearby
were several people lying on the sidewalk, their heads a pulpy
mass of brains and blood. Two of the corpses were police
officers.
Through my sunglasses, I could see the cause for their
deaths. Inside the twister was a four-armed demon
brandishing the bronze statue like a club. The hellspawn
would be invisible to ordinary vision: the poor townsfolk died
without even knowing what hit them.
The streets were clear of traffic and the creature hadn't
spotted us yet, so we could probably swing round the
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creature and get to our van without incident. But the still
bodies on the ground asked for better than that and I knew
my team would agree. It was payback time.
Unable to shout above the wind, I beeped my watch four
times. In response, the team spread out in attack pattern
number four, pulling handkerchiefs over the lower halves of
their faces. We hated to work in public.
Spearheading the assault, George went straight in with the
M60, the big blaster chugging away on its last belt of ammo.
We knew standard AP rounds would do no good against this
sort of creature. This was a feint, to allow the dangerous
people to get close. In a series of banging impacts, the
armor-piercing rounds tore the bronze statue to shreds. The
snarling demon dropped the ruined club and stepped off the
pedestal.
Father Donaher approached from the west, shotgun under
one arm, the other holding a Bible, ready to administer a
withering blast or a deadly blessing. I had always admired the
man's raw courage. Moving to the sidewalk, the whirlwind
ripped free a bench and hurled it at the priest. Donaher
dodged and the bench hit George sideways with a sickening
crunch. He dropped the M60 and hit the ground staying very
still.
A twirling baton of steel and wood, the double-headed axe
came out of the north and plowed into the tornado, knocking
the demon off its hooves. That made the wind slow and a
Molotov cocktail arched in to smash on the demon, spreading
into a pool of flame. Frantically, the creature rolled away from


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