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was the only way to stop demons or extra-terrestrial carrots.
However, sprawled nearby was George, motionless
underneath the bench.
It took three of us to move the bench, but a cursory
examination by Donaher showed that George was alive, just
badly bruised and with several broken ribs. No prob. Once in
the van we could fix minor wounds such as those easily.
With Donaher and Richard supporting the man, we made
our way through the debris-strewn streets and past the
growing crowd of civilians. A local reporter tried to take our
picture and Jessica tripped, accidentally breaking his camera.
Such a clumsy gal is our Jess.
Do my best, chief.
Two corners later we reached the parking garage by City
Hall. A sign by the kiosk said they were open twenty-four
hours, but the attendant was nowhere in sight. As a
precaution, the team fanned out while Mindy and I checked
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by Nick Pollotta


the wooden booth. There was nothing suspicious, except for a
tipped cup of coffee on the table that was dripping liquid onto
the tiled floor. I followed a drop down to a pair of battered
shoes underneath. Then blinked in shock. The shoes were not
empty, feet were inside neatly cut off at the ankles. Yuck.
This was becoming mondo bizzarro.
Our van was on level two, the middle level. We had
specially chosen it for security reasons, not readily accessible
from the ground, not directly exposed to the sky. But now it
meant our unknown adversary had lots of shadows to hide in.
Keeping to the center of the main ramp, we reached level
two, and, big surprise, the lights were out. In a standard two
on two defensive formation, we edged along to the middle
line of cars. Sure enough, there was the attendant, checking
license plate numbers on a clipboard. His feet, however, were
strategically hidden behind a cement bumper.
тАЬHi, guys,тАЭ he said showing a big smile and giving a wave.
тАЬFinished with ya fishing already?тАЭ
тАЬBlack!тАЭ I shouted adjusting my sunglasses. тАЬGet black!тАЭ
He obviously thought I said тАЬGet back!тАЭ which was the
general idea. But the team heard me correctly and Donaher
cut loose with his shotgun, blowing the man-thing to crimson
bits. Even as the body fell, the tattered flesh parted with a
horrid sucking sound and out stepped a transparent skeleton.
Smeared with blood, the bones were bluish, appearing very
similar to ice.
тАЬTunafish!тАЭ Raul cried, gesturing. We blinked, it didn't.