Eph searched the cement floor of the garage for his sword but could not find it. He reached into his pack for his spare but remembered that Mr. Quinlan had taken it.
He had nothing. He backed up, hoping to nudge his fallen sword with his heel, but to no avail.
Kelly approached, crouched low, a sneer of anticipatory ecstasy crossing her vampire face. At long last, she was about to have her Dear One.
And then the look was gone, replaced by a startled expression of fear as she looked past Eph with narrow eyes.
Mr. Quinlan had arrived. The Born stepped next to Eph, its silver sword in hand, tipped in white blood.
Kelly went into full hissing mode, her body tense, ready to spring and escape. Eph did not know what words or sounds the Born was putting into her head, but they distracted and enraged her. He checked Mr. Quinlan’s other hand and did not see Fet’s bag. The book was gone.
Eph, by now at the Hummer’s front door, saw inside the automatic weapons that Gus had delivered to Creem. While the Born compelled Kelly, Eph went into the truck and grabbed the nearest weapon, wrapping its shoulder sling around his forearm. He stepped out and fired past Mr. Quinlan at Kelly, the machine gun suddenly coming to life in his hands.
He missed her with his first volley. Now she was moving, darting up and over the roof of the Hummer to avoid his fire. Eph went quickly around the rear of the truck, shooting at will, chasing the leaping Kelly back out of the garage, firing at her as she raced up the side of the building to the roof and away.
Eph went immediately back inside, to the rear, where Creem was on his feet, trying to get to the Hummer. Eph walked right up to him with the smoking-hot weapon pointed at the gang leader’s considerable chest.
“What the fuck was that?” yelled Creem, looking down at the blood staining his slashed pant leg. “How many of these bloodsuckers you got fighting over you?”
Eph turned to Mr. Quinlan. “What happened?”
The Master. It got away. Far away.
“With the Lumen.”
Fet and Nora came running inside, doubling over, out of breath.
“Watch him,” Eph told Mr. Quinlan before darting outside to cut down any pursuers. But he saw none.
Back inside, Fet was checking Nora for blood worms. They were still trying to catch their breath, exhausted from fright, the fight, and the escape.
“We gotta get the hell outta here,” said Fet between gasps.
“The Master has the Lumen,” said Eph.
“Is everyone all right?” said Nora, seeing Creem in back with Mr. Quinlan. “Where’s Gus?”
Eph said, “Did you hear me? The Master’s got it. It’s gone. We’re through.”
Nora looked at Fet and smiled. Fet made a swirling motion with his finger and she turned around so that Fet could unzip the pack on her back. He pulled out a parcel of old newspaper and unwrapped it.
Inside was the silverless Lumen.
“The Master got the Gutenberg Bible I was working on,” said Fet, smiling more at his own cleverness than the happy outcome.
Eph had to touch it to convince himself that it was real. He looked to Mr. Quinlan to confirm that it was.
Nora said, “The Master’s going to be pissed.”
Fet said, “No. It looks really good. I think he will be pleased …”
Eph said, “Holy shit.” He looked to Mr. Quinlan. “We should leave. Now.”
Mr. Quinlan grabbed Creed roughly by the thick back of his neck.
“What’s this?” asked Nora, referring to Mr. Quinlan’s rough treatment of Creem.
Eph said, “Creem is the one who brought the Master here.” He briefly pointed the weapon at the big man. “But he’s had a change of heart. Now he’s going to help us. He’s going to lead us to the armory to get the detonator. But first we need the bomb.”