them. Too recently dead to have thoughts or ideas or notions or sense of self. But they had always known hunger.
And now they remembered pain.
Searing, irredeemable agony shot through their wounds, wounds that would never heal. For a moment, the monsters forgot their prey, forgot the smell of blood, forgot their thirst. They thought only of the pain.
Felix strode forward during that instant, ejecting the clip with his right hand and snapping in a second with his left.
Then he worked a cartridge into the chamber, making all three actions appear, somehow, to be a single motion.
Like a robot, thought Cat at the time. Like a machine.
Felix paused in the center of the area lit by the two lanterns and briefly surveyed the tormented creatures surrounding him. Then he shot them some more. When the second clip was emptied and the third had replaced it, he stepped over to Cat.
"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice calm and unhurried.
And oddly kind, thought Cat, staring into those dead eyes.
Cat nodded.
"Can you get up and move?" asked Felix in the same tone.
Cat nodded again.
"Then let's do it," suggested the gunman, holding out a hand to help. "Let's get out of here."
Cat took the hand and pulled himself up. He still felt wobbly alter the pounding he had taken. But he was all right. Beside them Adam, who had been following it all, was also rising. The wound at his temple had stopped bleeding.
"C'mon, everybody," called Felix in Jack's direction. "Let's move."
Then he started firing again and for the next few seconds there were only the explosive sounds from his weapon and the raucous misery of his victims. The goons who had managed to drag themselves upright after the first two volleys were sent back to the floor, screaming and writhing and pounding at their wounds.
None approached the Team and only one other appeared from the shadows, a middle-aged man wearing farmer's overalls and a jagged gash from his left ear to left shoulder.
Felix shot him three times, twice in the chest, once in the head. He fell shrieking to the floor like the rest.
Jack, staring as transfixed as the others at this incredible display of cool destruction, managed to gather himself and everyone else up and get them toward the door while Felix guarded their rear, emptying clip after clip into the monsters.
"Okay, Felix!" he called as the door came open and the sunlight flooded the chamber. "Come along."
Felix was in the middle of reloading. He paused, looked at his boss, nodded, and trotted toward the sunlight.
A few seconds later all of them, Jack, Cat, Adam, Felix, and the young deputy were standing in the sunlight beside Carl's winch. And amazingly, none were seriously hurt.
Incredible, thought Jack. Five minutes ago I thought we were all dead. And then, like everyone else, he just stood and stared at the gunman for a while.
Felix didn't seem to notice. He sat down on a curb and lit a cigarette and stared at a spot on the street between his feet.
Carl watched them watching Felix awhile.
"What happened?" he asked at last.
Jack looked at him, thought a minute. "Silver bullets," he replied.
Carl smiled. "They worked?"
Cat nodded toward Felix. "They worked for him."
"Did they kill 'em?" asked Carl excitedly.
The gunman surprised them all by answering.
"No," he replied firmly, looking at Carl. "They didn't kill them."
"Well, no," conceded Jack after a moment. "But they sure as shit got their attention."
"It sure did that," added the deputy, shaking his head and putting his own pistol back in its holster.
"That reminds me," said Jack Crow, "thanks, deputy. What's your name again?"
"Kirk Thompson. Only I didn't do much."
Cat smiled. "We'll get you some silver bullets."
Kirk looked at the others. "Are they silver? Really silver?"
"Blessed by Holy Mother Church," replied Adam.
"Reckon I could use some at that," smiled the deputy.
"We could all use 'em," Jack Crow said brusquely, "and we all will." He lit a cigarette and announced a decision. "Carl, get everybody that goes inside a gun with silver bullets. And you, Adam, are gonna tote the extra crossbow if you're still sure you can handle one."
"I'd be happy to demonstrate," offered the priest confidently.
Jack gave him a wry smile. "I'll take your word for it, padre." Then he turned to the others. "This is the new deal: Cat, you're on the far right to do the detecting. Adam, you stand inside Cat next to