He felt like an i***t, and quickly shifted into first gear and crept along the alley. As he passed the wall, he heard broken glass and a series of concussive blasts. As he continued on farther, he thought he heard the quiet thwack of both Harley and Matt’s suppressed rifles. Out of the alley, he shifted and sped the 50 yards to the intersection where he turned hard to the left and accelerated again to the front of the house. His foot now on the brake, he pulled his SP101 from his pocket and stared at the decrepit iron gate that led into the house. Other than the rough congested hum of the Thing’s engine, there was no sound. With the commotion, some lights came on farther down the street in the front of one of the houses.
Cole heard a yell from inside followed by another blast. A volley of
