"Define emergency," I muttered, watching Gabriel disappear into the special closet while the massive creature pushed through the largest rift. My hands stayed steady on the rifle, dropping smaller threats even as my attention fixed on the horror emerging into our world—thirty feet of wrong angles and impossible anatomy, tentacles that dripped reality-warping ichor, mouths within mouths all singing discord.
Emily returned first, hauling a case that looked like it had been built to survive nuclear war. Military grade locks, reinforced corners, and warnings in twelve languages including some that hurt to read. Gabriel followed, carrying ammunition boxes that clinked with deadly promise.
"Is that—" I started.
"Double-barrel electromagnetic rail gun," Gabriel confirmed, opening the case with
