Machado's memories.
Then I felt it. A growing presence. Darkness. Age. Power. Masters. I could feel the alien thoughts-the confidence in their strength and their combined ability to crush any number of humans. I could hear their voices, their communications, almost as if they were shouting;
Fools. You have slept so long. You do not know the power of the Hunters' modern weapons. Return and protect our Lord.
We fear no human, Jaeger. I have seen their puny 'cannon.'
We shall crush them and feast. Calm thyself, young one.
I was one of them. Y'all don't know what you're getting into. Things have changed since your day, you old bastards.
Silence. I have no time for your cowardice. Hide in your cave, female, for we walk in the daytime. Now is our time to reign.
Fine. Underestimate them and see what happens.
As Trip was so fond of pointing out, pride comes before the fall. Most of the vampires ignored the admonitions of Jaeger and Susan warning them of the dire power of our modern weapons. These Masters had slept through the last few centuries, and they held no fear of man. They were coming up the road, heading right toward us, no subtlety, not even rushing, taking their time and savoring their assured victory. We only had a few minutes.
I opened my eyes and the sensation vanished. Heck, maybe I was psychic.
'Earl, we've got company coming.' I pointed down the road. 'I think it's the Masters. At least a few of them. But they don't understand what they're up against. They're old and cocky.'
'Okay. Better to fight them in the open than underground… Suckers.' He looked plaintively at the sky, but there was no sunlight to be seen. Harbinger approached Boone and tapped him on the shoulder. I drew closer so I could listen. The soldier on the. 50 tracked me. 'Excuse me!' Harbinger butted in. 'Gentlemen, we're about to be attacked.'
'My name isn't 'Gentlemen,' it's Lieutenant McNab. And you need to back this convoy the hell up and turn around. This here is a secure area, and no civilians are allowed on this site. Move back or I'll order my men to open fire.'
'Lieutenant McNab, sir, we have authorization from the Federal Government to access this area. There's an undead outbreak inside the cavern complex. It's imperative that we get in there,' Boone said.
'Undead? Like Dawn of the Dead, booga-booga zombies?' The lieutenant laughed. He was very young, and could not have been doing this for very long. 'That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Back this convoy up now or I'm authorizing the use of force.' The nearby soldiers looked around nervously. An older soldier in a camouflage rain poncho stepped behind the lieutenant.
'How much time?' Harbinger hissed at me.
'Maybe a minute or two,' I responded.
He shook his head slightly, and cracked his knuckles under the sleeves of his raincoat. 'We're gonna have to fall back and let the vampires slaughter these poor saps.'
'Excuse me, sir?' the other soldier said. He tapped the lieutenant on the shoulder.
'Yes, Sergeant?' the young man responded.
'I know this man.' He nodded at Boone. 'This is Sergeant Jay Boone. Nineteenth Special Forces. I worked with him in Afghanistan. He's one of us.'
'How's it hanging, Gregorius?' Boone asked.
'Pretty good. Did you get a medal for Kandahar?'
'Yep, and a purple heart, and my medical discharge. Now I'm back to monster hunting.'
'Sergeant, what is this nonsense?' shouted the lieutenant.
'Sir, if this man says that we are about to come under attack, I believe him. We'd best let these folks through to do their job.'
'I'm under orders, damn it!' he shouted. 'Nobody goes through here unless the FBI says so, and they aren't responding!'
'They ain't responding because they're dead,' Harbinger answered. 'Boone, Pitt, let's fall back while these guys get killed. Good luck, Sergeant. Have your men save their last bullets for themselves.'
'Wait,' said Gregorius, 'Boone, you said undead. Like that thing we found buried in Bagram? The one that ate Chris?'
'No, sorry dude. Way worse. Master vampires. That thing we found was just a pussy ghoul.'
'Dang. Hold on.' He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, deep in thought, before turning toward his men. 'Defend against the park, enemy is incoming. Prepare to fire on my command.' The soldiers complied instantly to their seasoned NCO. Harbinger immediately clicked our radio twice. Doors opened and Hunters spread out, many sloshing across into the trees. Sunroofs were rolled back and belt-fed machine guns or MK19 grenade launchers were lifted into their mounting brackets. The armed Suburbans rolled forward, and pulled off to the sides, forming a front.
'What are you doing? There's no such thing as vampires.'
'Shut up and grab your rifle, sir. If we live you can put me in for a court-martial. Boone, what should we do?'
'What do you have?'
'Two squads, the track here, and a 60 on one of the Humvees. But these guys are admin pogues. I'm lucky they gave us live ammo.'
Harbinger stepped in. 'Hold this center position. Control their fields of fire. We've got a lot more hardware than you. And with these things there ain't no shame in running, so retreat if you need to.'
'Sergeant, I order you to arrest these men! That is a direct order. Oh my…' He stopped speaking when he saw the door of the trailer drop and the first of the wargs jump free. The giant wolves, as big as horses, limbs squat and heavy with muscle, snarling and nipping at each other, really were an impressive sight. The black-masked orcs quickly found their mounts, slung themselves bareback onto the creatures and readied themselves for battle. 'Oh my.' He started to draw his pistol, but I placed my hand firmly on his.
'Those are on our side. The bad guys are coming from the other direction.' I pointed.
'Oh my,' he said again as the pack of wolves and riders wheeled about and headed for the treeline, ready to flank into the enemy. The lieutenant looked like he was about to vomit.
'And that's what we alcoholics like to call a moment of clarity,' Boone quipped.
I noted that the orcs had taken the time to put white handprints on their masks and helmets. It was a nice touch. They must have loved the Lord of the Rings movies too.
'Edward, this is Harbinger. Hold your wargs in reserve. You're our cavalry.'
'Unter… stand… Harb Anger. '
The road stretched ahead almost three hundred yards before disappearing over the top of a lush hill. The Hunters had spread into the forest on both sides. Strange that Harbinger had spoke of a valley of death, and now we found ourselves in one. I turned and found my team waiting, loaded down with heavy weapons, looking to me for guidance. I looked to Harbinger, he nodded to one side, and I went. The others followed. He continued to bark orders into the radio, giving each team lead an area of responsibility, and most notably telling VanZant's team to, 'Dig in the big guns.'
We set up in a small ditch off of the road, with a good view of the approach and a small amount of cover. Once again I was waist-deep in water, this time from the flash floods. Just once I would like to hunt monsters someplace dry, but as a good rule of thumb, if you could get lower, you do it. Lee threw down the tripod, and Trip dropped the FN MAG machine gun onto it. I was pleased to see that they did it exactly how Sam had taught us, quickly and surely opening the feed cover and sliding in the belt of silver. 308. Lee hunkered down behind the big weapon. Holly handed me an RPG. The heavy tube was reassuring in my hands. Everyone dug down into the ditch, prepared to fight. Nervous but competent. Scared but professional. We were ready to put some smack down. Not bad for an accountant, a librarian, a schoolteacher, and a stripper. Not bad at all.
'Ready, guys?' I asked.
'We got a choice?' Lee asked over the stock of the Belgian machine gun.
'Not really.'
