A helicopter swung in low to hover over the Skinner and Amriany team, but before its gunner could find his mark, the aircraft was attacked by half a dozen Half Breeds responding to a guttural bark from the Full Blood perched upon the edge of the roof. As the NH-90 swung out and away from the electronics store to try and shake the werewolves off, Cole could hear the pilot screaming in pain. By the time it crashed, George was smashing his way into the store with the weighted end of his weapon.
The inside of the building was identical to any number of places Cole had visited. There was a group of carts next to the entrance, which he and the others ran past before skirting two rows of cash registers. As they rushed between rows of newly released DVDs, a Half Breed leapt at him from atop a large metal shelf designed to hold plasma screen TVs. Cole caught it with the forked end of his spear, diverting the creature until it slammed down to crack several floor tiles with its body. He removed its head with one swipe of the Blood Blade.
More Half Breeds leapt through and over the shelves, knocking over the single television set that hadn’t already been trashed. George swatted one away and went to work on the others by spinning his iron weapon like a propeller. The weighted end pulverized already broken bodies, and the claw opened wounds that wouldn’t be healed. Any Half Breeds that tried to get up were finished off by Paige, Nadya, and Milosh.
The parallels weren’t lost on Cole when he sent a Half Breed flying into the video game aisle where it demolished a display of Hammer Strike action figures and strategy guides. “Where’s that Torva’ox coming from?” he asked.
Blinking quickly to make sure the drops she’d put in before breaching the store were soaked in, Paige pointed toward a section of flooring that had been crudely ripped away. “Right here, I think.” She looked straight up and then tightened her grip on her weapons. “Yep. This seems like the right spot.”
“You sure?” Cole asked.
Pointing up to a massive hole in the roof, she replied, “Again . . . yep.”
Since the power hadn’t been on for a while, there wasn’t a huge difference in temperature when Cole stood next to Paige to get a look at the hole that showed him a cold winter sky. Grit from outside sprinkled down, along with chunks of cement and plaster, as a figure loomed above the hole to peer down at them. An explosion from the battle between the IRD and Half Breeds illuminated enough for him to see a snout, a clawed hand, and part of a furry chest. Then Esteban lowered his face to fix his white eyes upon them, his lips parting to display rows of uneven fangs.
“You have shown yourselves too late to do anything but bleed,” the Full Blood said in a rich Spanish accent.
Cole shifted his spear to his left hand so he could reach into his coat with his right and draw the divining rod from his pocket. “Don’t mind us,” he said, approaching a spot in the middle of the torn-up section of flooring. “We’re just here to plug a leak.” He pointed the metal end of the rod at the floor and drove it down. The sparks that crackled from the rod weren’t as dramatic as he’d been hoping for, but they caught the Full Blood’s attention. Even without the drops in his eyes, Cole could feel the electric crackle in the air die down as the Jekhibar soaked up the power the Full Blood was trying to use.
“Gypsy alchemy!” Esteban snarled. “You don’t even know why I’ve chosen this place.”
“Don’t know,” Paige shouted, “and don’t care. We’re just here to clean up the mess.”
Having gotten only a minimum of instruction from Ira about what the divining rod was supposed to do, Cole grabbed the wooden end with both hands and twisted it as if exacerbating a giant wound. More sparks flew and the metal spike sank in a little deeper, which caused some of the glyphs inscribed on that end to pulse with a dim orange glow.
Esteban gripped the edge of the hole in the roof and swung his feet over the side. He dropped all the way down, clipping a set of broken lights as well as the piping of what was probably a sprinkler system that had been broken due to neglect. His paws thumped solidly onto the shattered floor and his claws sank in through broken tile. “We have stood by too long,” he growled. “That is over. Your only hope is to hide and pray to escape our notice until your short lives dwindle to an end.”
Paige stepped forward and willed both sickles to fold down so they could be holstered in her boot. Reaching into one of the pockets of the jacket worn over her tactical vest, she said, “Why don’t you just disappear into a forest or somewhere scenic like your friend Randolph?”
The Full Blood’s face twisted into something of a smile. “You have no idea what Randolph is doing. If you had any sense at all, you’d allow the rest of us to gather our forces so we can better deal with what he is prepared to unleash.”
“Like there’s anything worse than this?” she replied. Paige’s hand emerged from her pocket holding the vial that Tristan had given her. “That’s the advantage to being completely screwed. The only direction to go from there is up.”
Esteban shook his head as if silently pitying a small child, then shifted into a bulky four-legged form and leapt at the largest group of humans. Rushing forward to join them, Cole took a straight jab at the werewolf with the newly modified tip of his spear. The weapon not only felt better in his hands than the last time he’d swung it, but the wooden section responded fluidly to his mental command for it to grow into something better suited for fighting a Full Blood. The forked end widened so it could catch one of Esteban’s thicker limbs, and curved spikes emerged from the ends of both tines, making that end of the spear resemble the talon on a bird of prey. Before his limb could be completely ensnared, Esteban phased into a ghostly image so the weapon as well as a follow-up swing from the Blood Blade could pass through without harming him.
The Amriany spread out to surround the Full Blood. Nadya wielded a short sword but was obviously more accustomed to automatic weapons. She swung tentatively at Esteban’s spectral form, and as soon as her sword passed through it, he became solid enough to rip a set of bloody grooves across her face and neck. She twisted away and stumbled backward, hitting the ground on her side.
After running back to the torn section of floor, Cole drove his spear into the exposed dirt beside him. As soon as the blade was wedged solidly in place, he reached out to twist the divining rod, using both hands. The sparks that flew didn’t seem to hurt Esteban, but they drew the Full Blood’s attention. Several Amriany blades as well as a few short chopping attempts from Paige passed through his wraith form as he stalked toward Cole. Opening his mouth in a roar that could not be heard, the beast charged.
Claws that were incorporeal one moment and solid the next scraped at the floor. Saliva that dripped from his fangs either dissipated into nothing or spattered onto nearby shelves. Cole stepped away from the divining rod, took the spray can from the pocket of his coat and waited for Esteban to get closer.
Explosions and gunfire from outside faded into a muffled rush.
Flickering lights seeping in through the windows became a dim smear at the edges of Cole’s vision.
After all of the hell he’d put his body through to learn how to swing his weapon or trade blows with stronger creatures, it now all boiled down to standing in one spot, waiting for the right moment to push a button. Who said playing video games wasn’t going to help him in real life?