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As the sound of the slayer&039;s boot against that gas can faded, Qhuinn ht have gotten one kick in, but he was not getting a second chance

Outside, the huathered around the shed

"It&039;s locked," one of thes over here"

"Wait, there&039;s so inside phew, man, what a stench"

"Whatever it is, it&039;s been dead at least a week That smell--I&039;d take even my mother-in-law&039;s tuna casserole over that"

There was a ripple of agreement

In the darkness, John and Qhuinn locked eyes and waited The only solution if the door got popped was to dematerialize and leave the lesser behind; there was no way of h thin air But none of these police their way in as their only option

And chances were good they&039;d assuet into the shed was not worth the paperwork

"Only one shooter, according to the nine-one-one call And he can&039;t be in there"

There was a cough and a curse "If he is, his nose is falling off froroundskeeper," a deep voice said "Soet that dead anihborhood"

There was chatter and footsteps A little later one of the cars drove off

"We gotta off him," Qhuinn whispered over John&039;s shoulder "Take that knife and let&039;s do hiet the fuck out of here"

John shook his head There was no way he was losing this prize

"John, we&039;re not leaving with hih Qhuinn couldn&039;t see his lips, Johnthis source of infor, the human police could be dealt with mentally or physically if it came down to it

There was the s unsheathed "Sorry, John, we&039;re outtie"

No! John yelled over his shoulder soundlessly

Qhuinn&039;s hand locked on the collar of John&039;s jacket and dragged hio of the slayer&039;s neck or snapping the fucker&039;s head off his spine Since an incapacitated lesser couldn&039;t talk, John released his hold--and caught hi his pal to let his buddy cheat hied at the male, all hell broke loose He and Qhuinn wrestled for control over the dagger, knocking into a lotfor the door As the cops started hollering, the slayer pounded to get out--

The next sound that unshot The chaser of which was a

The police had blasted off the Master Lock

From down on the floor, John whipped his arm around to the small of his back, and as he pivoted on his knees, he and Qhuinn threw their knives in sync, their blades traveling end over end across the shallow space

The penetrations were of such force that even though they went into the slayer&039;s torso between the shoulder blades, clearly one or both hit ho and with a sonic booh tonothing but a serator in the shed door

With adrenaline running so high, neither he nor Qhuinn could dematerialize, so they leaped up and back-flatted it on either side of the gaper, staying put as first one gun muzzle then another eased inside

Forearms were next

Then profiles and shoulders And flashlights

Fortunately, the humans stepped fully inside

"Psst Your fly&039;s down" As the cops turned on Qhuinn&039;s smart ass, John unsheathed both his SIGs, and with a quick cross-strike on those heads, CPD&039;s finest were seeing stars and sinking down onto the floor

Which was precisely when Blay showed up with the Huhtailed it down to the SUV with Qhuinn right behind hi positively pounding the earth John gunned his way for the rear door, which Blay had popped, catching the handle and flipping himself inside as Qhuinn slid into the backseat

As Blay took off, flooring the engine and blasting out of there, John was glad they&039;d had to tango with only one set of cops--although sure as shit the other two badges would be back ASAP