“Damn nice since our alternatives were my puny car and the Malibu, which continued to have occasional operational issues. Pre-ambush jitters had my heart pumping. I should be an old hand at this. I’d been eviscerated, sliced, and stabbed during previous engagements, but the common factor in every incident was a demonic lord. No demonic lords today, so my chances of losing large quantities of blood were slim, right? Pellini drove a few hundred yards past the entrance to the nature center and turned onto a narrow dirt road through the woods. We bounced over ruts for close to a quarter mile before he pulled over and climbed out of the truck. He gestured to a break in the underbrush. “That game trail leads to the picnic area.” The instant my feet touched the ground, I flinched. The arcane broadcast of the valve jarred through me—a wrongness like the kathunk-kathunk of a washing machine out of balance. Idris muttered a curse and took off down the trail. “The valve’s unstable,” I said over m...y shoulder to Pellini as I started after Idris.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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