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"Not bad," the lieutenant said.
"For something you pulled out of your ass," Lee said.
"Hey-you asked," Davis said.
"Perhaps it's time for some review," the lieutenant said. "Can we agree on that? Good.
"We have this thing-this vampire," holding up a hand to Davis, "that spends its nights in an orbiting coffin. At dawn or thereabouts, it departs said refuge in search of blood, which it apparently obtains from a single source."
"Us," Han said.
"Us," the lieutenant said. "It glides down into the atmosphere on the lookout for likely victims-of likely groups of victims, since it prefers to feed on large numbers of people at the same time. Possibly, it burns through its food quickly."
"It's always thirsty," Davis said. "No matter how much it drinks, it's never enough."
"Yeah," Lee said, "I felt it, too."
"So did we all," the lieutenant said. "It looks to satisfy its thirst at locations where its actions will draw little to no attention. These include remote areas such as the U.S.-Mexico border, the Sahara and Gobi, and the Andes. It also likes conflict zones, whether Iraq, Darfur, or the Congo. How it locates these sites is unknown. We estimate that it visits between four and seven of them per day. That we have been able to determine, there does not appear to be an underlying pattern to its selection of either target areas or individuals within those areas. The vampire's exact level of intelligence is another unknown. It possesses considerable abilities as a predator, not least of them its speed, reaction time, and strength. Nor should we forget its teeth and," a rap of the artificial leg, "claws."
"Not to mention that mind thing," Lee said.
"Yes," the lieutenant said. "Whether by accident or design, the vampire's appearance is accompanied by a telepathic jolt that momentarily disorients its intended victims, rendering them easier prey. For those who survive the meeting," a nod at them, "a link remains that may be activated by persistent, pronounced stress, whether physical or mental. The result of this activation is a period of clairvoyance, during which the lucky individual rides along for the vampire's current activities. Whether the vampire usually has equal access to our perceptions during this time is unclear; our combined accounts suggest it does not.
"However, there are exceptions."
IX
2005
"I know how we can kill it," Davis said. "At least, I think I do-how we can get it to come to a place where we can kill it."
Lee put his Big Mac on his tray and looked out the restaurant window. The lieutenant paused in the act of dipping his fries into a tub of barbecue sauce. Han continued chewing his McNugget but nodded twice.
"The other day-two days ago, Wednesday-I got to it."
"What do you mean?" the lieutenant said.
"It was coming in for a landing, and I made it mess up."
"Bullshit," Lee said. He did not shift his gaze from the window. His face was flushed.
"How?" the lieutenant said.
"I was having a bad day, worse than the usual bad day. Things at Home Depot-the manager's okay, but the assistant manager's a raging asshole. Anyway, I decided a workout might help. I'd bought these Kung Fu DVDs-"
"Kung Fu," the lieutenant said.
Davis shrugged. "Seemed more interesting than ru
Through a mouthful of McNugget, Han said, "Bruce Lee."
"Yeah," Davis said. "I put the first disc on. To start with, everything's fine. I'm taking it easy, staying well below the danger level. My back's starting to ache, the way it always does, but that's okay, I can live with it. As long as I keep the situation in low gear, I can continue with my tiger style."
"Did it help?" the lieutenant asked.
"My worse-than-bad day? Not really. But it was something to do, you know?"
The lieutenant nodded. Lee stared at the traffic edging up the road in front of the McDonald's. Han bit another McNugget.
"This time, there was no warning. My back's feeling like someone's stitching it with a hot needle, then I'm dropping out of heavy cloud cover. Below, a squat hill pushes up from dense jungle. A group of men are sitting around the top of the hill. They're wearing fatigues, carrying Kalashnikovs. I think I'm somewhere in South America: maybe these guys are FARQ; maybe they're some of Chavez's boys.
"I've been through the drill enough to know what's on the way: a ringside seat for blood and carnage. It's reached the point, when one of these incidents overtakes me, I don't freak out. The emotion that grips me is dread, sickness at what's coming. But this happens so fast, there isn't time for any of that. Instead, anger-the anger that usually shows up a couple of hours later, when I'm still trying to get the taste of blood out of my mouth, still trying to convince myself that I'm not the one who's so thirsty-for once, that anger arrives on time and loaded for bear. It's like the fire that's crackling on my back finds its way into my veins and ignites me.
"What's fu
drives it-so well.
"At the same time, the anger's still there. The closer we draw to the kid, the hotter it burns. We've reached the bottom of the dive and pulled up; we're streaking over the underbrush. The kid's completely oblivious to the fact that his bloody dismemberment is fifty feet away and closing fast. I'm so close to the thing, I can feel the way its fangs push against one another as they jut from its mouth. We're on top of the kid; the thing's preparing to retract its wings, slice him open, and drive its face into him. The kid is dead; he's dead and he just doesn't know it, yet.
"Only, it's like-I'm like-I don't even think,
No, or, Stop, or Pull up. It's more…I push; I shove against the thing I'm inside and its arms move. Its fucking arms jerk up as if someone's passed a current through them. Someone has-I have. I'm the current. The motion throws off the thing's strike, sends it wide. It flails at the kid as it flies past him, but he's out of reach. I can sense-the thing's completely confused. There's a clump of bushes straight ahead-wham."
The lieutenant had adopted his best you'd-better-not-be-bullshitting-me stare. He said, "I take it that severed the co
Davis shook his head. "No, sir. You would expect that-it's what would have happened in the past-but this time, it was like, I was so close to the thing, it was going to take something more to shake me loose."
"And?" the lieutenant said.
Lee shoved his tray back, toppling his super-sized Dr. Pepper, whose lid popped off, splashing a wave of soda and ice cubes across the table. While Davis and the lieutenant grabbed napkins, Lee stood and said, "What the fuck, Davis?"
"What?" Davis said.
"I said, 'What the fuck, asshole,'" Lee said. Several diners at nearby tables turned their heads toward him.