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"The bastard&039;s taking the bridge! He&039;swhistle, and when it ca into puddles, his legs going piston, his hands fisting hard He passed Dumpsters and parked POSs, scattered rats and homeless people, jumped over a barricade, vaulted over a motorcycle
Three ah obstacles to keep shit anat of a slayer up ahead was taking hio in
As they hit the entrance rae, Tohr wanted to kill the fool - natch Unlike the blocks of privacy you could find in the uaranteed traffic over the Hudson, even this late Okay, sure, the Herbert G Falcheck suspension special wasn&039;t going to be choked with cars, but there were going to be a few - and God knew every huoddamn iPhone these days
There was one rule in the war between the va Society: Stay the fuck away froutans was a co anyone needed idespread confirmation that Dracula wasn&039;t a product of fiction, and the walking dead weren&039;t just a TV show that didn&039;t suck
Nobody wanted to frontline on the network news, the papers, the azines
Internet was fine No credibility there
This do tenet was the single thing that the enereed upon, the one deference that was given by both sides So, yeah, the slayers could, say target your pregnant shellan, shoot her in the face, and leave her for dead, taking away not just her life, but your own But God forbid they rile up the hu
Unfortunately, this directionally challenged, hydraulic-legged otten the er in the chest couldn&039;t fix
As a growl rose up his throat and his fangs elongated in his h-octane hatred, his gas tank refilling, his flagging energy instantly renewed
It had been a long road back fro to tell him that his life was over As a bondedheart in his chest, and in the absence of his Wellsie, he was a ghost of who he had once been, for that animated hie that he could wake up the next night and findhis dead, he ht as well be in the blessed Fade with his family Frankly, the latter would be preferable - and who knew, ht he&039;d suffer a catastrophic mortal injury and be relieved of his burdens
A male could only hope
The blare of a car horn followed by a chorus of screeching rubber was the first sign that Captain Co for
Tohr got to the top of the ramp&039;s rise just in ti off the hood of a Toyota nothing-special The impact stopped the sedan dead; didn&039;t slon the slayer in the slightest Like all lessers, the bastard was stronger and more resilient than he&039;d been as ahi - as well as racing tires in this case
Its GPS sucked, for real, though
The slayer sprang up out of his roll across the pave He was injured, though, that noxious baby-powder smell of his more pronounced
Tohr came up to the car just as a pair of hu their ar was on fire
"CPD," Tohr yelled as he ripped past them "In pursuit!"
This caluaranteed that they&039;d now becoallery with all kinds of Kodak inclinations, and that was perfect - when this was all over, he&039;d knohere to find them so he could scrub their memories, and take their cell phones
Meanwhile, the lesser appeared to be gunning for the pedestrian ay - not his best move If Tohr had been in the dumb-ass&039;s position, he&039;d have taken over that Toyota and tried to drive off -
"Oh coritted out
Apparently, the bastard&039;s goal wasn&039;t the ay, but the lip of the bridge itself: The slayer ju that contained the pedi-way, and landed on the thin ledge on the far side Next stop: the Hudson River
The slayer looked behind hiant expression was that of a sixteen-year-old boy after he&039;d sucked down a six-pack of beer in front of his friends
All ego No brains
He was going to ju to jua&039;s joy juice gave the slayers all that power, it didn&039;t mean the laws of physics went out thefor theto apply - so when the dipshit hit the water, he was going to get blown apart, sustaining substantial structural dae Which wouldn&039;t kill him but would incapacitate the hell out of hiot stabbed And they could spend eternity in a purgatory of decomposition
Boo-frickin&039;-hoo
And before his Wellsie&039;sscale of the war, it was more important to wrap those humans up in an amnesiac bullshit blanket and head over to help John Matthew and Qhuinn, ere still handling business back in that alley Now? There was no pulling out: One way or the other, he and this slayer were going to do a uardrail, hit the ay, and bounced up onto the fence Locking a clawhold into the links, he swung his lower body over the top, and landed his shitkickers on the parapet
The lesser&039;s beery bravado fizzled a little as he started backing away
"What, you think I&039;hts?" Tohr said in a low voice "Or that five feet of chainlink is going to keep ainst the through the steel girders Far, far, far down below, the inky waters of the river were nothing but a vague, dark stretch, like a parking lot
Gonna feel like asphalt, too
"I got a gun," the lesser yelled
"So take it out"
"My friends are co for me!"
"You don&039;t have any friends"
The lesser was a new recruit, his hair and eyes and skin having yet to pale out Lanky and twitchy, he was likely a drug user who suffered from brain-fry - which was no doubt why he&039;d fallen for the pitch to join the Society
"I&039;ll ju jugers and withdrew the black blade fro"
The slayer looked over the edge "I&039;ll do it! I swear I&039;ll do it!"
A gust gave the Tohr&039;s long leather coat out over the free fall "Don&039;t matter to me I&039;ll kill you up here or down there"
The lesser peered over the edge again, hesitated, and then let &039;er rip, leaping to the side and hitting all that nothing-but-air, his ar to keep his balance so he landed feetfirst
Which at this height would probably just drive his thighbones up into his abdo his own head, however
Tohr resheathed his dagger and prepared for his own descent, taking a deep breath And then it was
As he went over the edge and took that first gasp of antigravity, the irony of the bridge ju for his death to coin to take his body and send him up to be with his loved ones Suicide had never been an option; you took your own life, you couldn&039;t get into the Fade - and that was the only reason he hadn&039;t cut his wrists, sucked on the business end of a shotgun, or jue
In his descent, he let hi in a second and a half was going to be the end of his suffering All he had to do was reposition his trajectory so he was in a dive, then not protect his head and let the inevitable happen: blackout, likely paralysis, death by drowning
Except that kind of goner-for-good couldn&039;t be his end result Whoever s would have to know that, unlike the lesser, he had an out
Cal his mind, he deravity had a death grip on hi but an invisible cloud of molecules that he could will in any direction he wanted
Next door, the slayer hit the water not with the splash! of so off the side of a pool, or the ker-chunk of so board The fucker was like a istered in the forallons of displaced Hudson River shot up into the brisk air
Tohr, on the other hand, chose to re-forht of the io
A head popped up downstrea in an atte