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by Nick Pollotta


the fire and a crowbar twirled by, just missing its face by a
scant half inch.
On command, Jessica was by my side and she mentally
relayed my orders. Now our attack coalesced. As the others
circled about the creature to hold it in position, the fierce
wind tore at our clothes, bits of dirt and leaves hitting us with
stinging impact.
I fired off my last two bullets, the brutal currents deflecting
the heavy rounds, but I still managed to wound the demon in
the shoulder, the silver slug withering the limb into a stick.
Ha! Raul gestured and a duplicate of each of us stood next to
the original. Richard fired an arrow from the ornate ring on
his index finger. Donaher pulled out a silver-edged knife. I
grabbed my pistol by the barrel and got ready to throw. Jess
raised another Molotov. We advanced slowly as it braced for
our attack.
Then from out of the sky, Mindy came swinging by
overhead at the end of an electric power cable. Halfway
across the street, she dropped away and the cable sailed on,
sucked in by the very protective force of the vortex. The
demon tried to dodge, but with the same success as George.
The end of the cable caught it in the chest and lightning
erupted from the contact. Fat sparks crackled and danced
over the galvanized hellspawn, its misshapen body jerking
about madly.
Trying to get free, it expanded the tornado to completely
engulf the town. Windows shattered and cars flipped over as
the screaming hurricane increased in force and volume, until


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 Judgement Night: Bureau 13 Book 1
by Nick Pollotta


the whole world seemed to be filled with the throbbing
maelstrom.
Latching onto a fireplug, I hugged it with all of my
strength, desperately trying not to be blown away. Leaves
plastered my face, loose items bounced off my arms and legs.
The sidewalk cracked, the fireplug began to rise and then just
as fast as it started, the buffeting winds abruptly ceased.
I bellyflopped onto the concrete, and painfully struggled to
my feet. With gun in hand, I started for the traffic circle, the
rest of my team close behind. This could be a trick, but when
we arrived there was only a greasy smudge on the ground
where the demon had been standing. Aw right, electricity. It