the event someone is injured."
After all, only an idiot took the word of an enemy, and his SUV came with an undercarriage device that could be very helpful if there was a mass attack.
Boom.
Fifteen minutes later, the three of them were crossing the bridge into Caldwell, and as Assail drove along, he was reminded of why bringing the cousins here had been an inspired idea: Not only were they good backup, they were not inclined to waste breath on useless conversation.
The silence was a welcome fourth passenger in their transport.
Over on the downtown side of the Hudson, he got off at an exit that curled around and emptied out beneath the Northway. Proceeding parallel to the river, he entered the forest of thick pylons that held up the roads, the landscape bald, dark, and essentially empty.
"Park over here to the right about a hundred meters," Ehric said from the back.
Assail pulled to the side, popped the curb, and stopped on the shoulder.
The three of them emerged into the cold, their overcoats open, guns in hand, eyes scanning. As they walked forward, Ehric's twin brought up the rear, the three Hefty bags from the garage in one of his hands, the black plastic making a rustling noise as they all went along.
Above them, traffic growled by, the cars moving at a steady pace, an ambulance siren wailing in a high-pitched scream, a heavy truck rumbling over the girders. As Assail inhaled deeply, the air was icy in his sinuses, any smells of dirt or dead fish killed by the cold.
"Straight ahead," Ehric said.
They calmly and steadily crossed the asphalt and entered upon more of the hard, frozen ground. With the great concrete slabs of the road blocking out the sun, nothing grew here, but there was life - of a sort. Homeless humans in makeshift dwellings of cardboard and tarps were hunkered down against the winter, their bodies wrapped up so tight, you couldn't tell which way they were facing.
Considering their preoccupation with staying alive, he was not worried about interference from them. Besides, no doubt they were used to being peripherals in this sort of business, and knew not to intrude.
And if they did? He would not hesitate to put them out of their misery.
The first sign that their enemy had shown was a stench on the wind. Assail was not particularly well versed in the ways of the Lessening Society and its members, but his keen nose was not able to ascertain any nuances within the bad smell. So he took that to mean that instructions had been followed and this was not a case of thousands arriving at the scene - although it was possible that the Omega's denizens had only one bouquet.
They would soon find out.
Assail and his males stopped. And waited.
A moment later, a single lesser stepped out from behind a pylon.
Ah, interesting. This one had been a "client" before, coming with cash to accept measures of X or heroin. He'd been right on the edge of being eliminated, his volume of purchasing just under the cutoff of middleman qualification.
Which was the only reason he still breathed...and had therefore, at some point, been turned into a slayer. Come to think of it, the fellow hadn't been around lately, so one could surmise that he'd been adjusting to his new life. Or non-life, as the case may be.
"Jesus...Christ," the lesser said, clearly catching their scents.
"I meant it when I said I was your enemy," Assail drawled.
"Vampires...?"
"Which puts you and me in a curious position, does it not." Assail nodded at the twins. "My associates came here in good faith last night. They were equally surprised with what they discovered when your men arrived. Certain...aggressive behaviors...on our part were exhibited before things were sorted. My apologies."
As Assail nodded, the three Hefty bags were tossed over.
Ehric's voice was dry. "We are prepared to tell you where the rest of them are."
"Pending the disposition of this transaction," Assail added.
The lesser glanced down, but otherwise showed no reaction. Which suggested he was a professional. "You brought the product?"
"You paid for it."
The slayer's eyes narrowed. "You're gonna do business with me."
"I can assure you I'm not here for the pleasure of your company." As Assail motioned with his hand, Ehric took out a wrapped package. "A few ground rules first. You will contact me directly. I will not accept calls from anyone else within your organization. You may delegate drop-off and pickup to whomever you wish, but you will provide me with