tissue began to dissolve and drip through the grating, leaving only a black, damaged skeleton with abnormally long teeth.
The noise of the escaping steam died off as the ship's emergency systems took over, shutting down the boilers, and locking down specific valves. The white mist in the hall slowly dissipated. The temperature had risen at least twenty degrees, and I could feel the sweat rolling down my body.
'Julie, that should be all of these. When it cools down enough, get in there and rescue Darne and his men. Milo and I are going to help Boone.'
'Roger that, Earl.'
The Newbie squad waited patiently. Lee was hurting bad, and Trip was doing his best to help the smaller man walk.
'Are you going to make it?' Julie asked him softly. 'We grab the French and we head back up top. We should be almost about out of undead.'
'I'm just having a hard time breathing is all,' he grunted.
'Whatever doesn't kill us, only makes us stronger,' Trip stated solemnly.
'Remember that when I'm kicking your ass later,' Lee laughed, and then grimaced in pain.
The vampires that had fallen prey to Lee's bomb were reduced to pulp and bones. There was not even enough left to put a stake through. As I entered the engine compartment, the intense heat made my head swim. The air was thick with damp, hot vapor. A bit of residual steam hissed from the giant ruptured pipe that Sam had shot. Water dripped from everything. It was as if it was raining from the ceiling. The room was like a sauna, only worse, as all of the exposed metal pipes and fittings were hot enough to burn us. I could feel the heat of the floor through my boot soles. I took another swig from my Camelbak. The room was lit by red emergency lights. I turned off my flashlight to retain my batteries. Overhead, water dripped from the ladder and the hatch that led to the main cargo bay.
I paused in front of the heavy metal door that held the French survivors. I tried the wheel. My gloves provided enough protection to touch the metal, but not for long. It was stuck. I pounded on the door. The fist falls echoed loudly.
'Anybody know Morse code?' I asked. Everybody shook their heads in the negative. Not a whole lot of former Eagle Scouts on my team. Julie shoved past me and struck the butt of her rifle against the door. Dum-du-du-dum- dum. Shave and a haircut.
We waited a few seconds. Dum-dum. Came the response. Two bits. The wheel began to turn. I sighed in relief and tried in vain to wipe the sweat and moisture from my face. I could hardly wait to get out of this sauna. The door opened.
The famous French hunter Jean Darne stood before us, tall and imposing in his black body armor that differed only slightly from our own. He was a legend. Considered one of the greatest Hunters the Europeans had, he had hunted more monsters in more places than probably anybody but Earl Harbinger. His team was well respected, and he was considered by many to be the best of the best.
He was also currently dead. As were the four other members of his team standing to his side.
'We have been waiting for you,' the vampire said.
Chapter 9
None of us moved. The vampire and his four wights stood separated from the Hunters only by one narrow doorway. Julie and I were closest. For some reason the vampire did not move. The wights made chewing motions and stood tensed, ready to pounce. Their red eyes studied us hungrily. They were all wearing the same black body armor. Darne smiled at us, showing off his elongated incisors. He absently rapped his knuckles on the metal hatchway. S-O-S.
'Well, if it is not little Julie Shackleford. My, how you have grown up,' Darne said. 'You are the image of your mother, an absolutely lovely woman. What a pleasure.'
'The pleasure is all yours, Jean,' she answered. She shifted her rifle slightly. The two of us were blocking the doorway. The undead were close enough to smell. I did not think I could move fast enough to get away. It would only take a single touch from one of those wights to end up paralyzed.
'Now, now, little girl. Do not try anything hasty. The only thing holding back my 'men' is my will. They are bonded to me. If I lose concentration for an instant your team is doomed.' He would have been a very handsome man when he was alive, suave and distinguished with just a touch of gray at his temples and in his thin moustache; his English was impeccable. I'm sure he could have been quite the charmer except for the whole evil vampire thing and the four undead pit-bull equivalents standing beside him.
'So why didn't you make your move? You could have just charged us immediately and taken us by surprise.' I could tell Julie was stalling for time. But I wasn't sure what exactly she was hoping for.
'Americans have no flair for the dramatic. You are almost as bad as the Germans. No romance in your souls. Always straightforward.' He snapped his long fingers. 'I want to make a deal.'
'We don't deal with vampires,' she stated flatly.
'But you have made deals with monsters before. The truth of that is undeniable. I want to make a deal with you. I will let you live, and I will give you important information, in exchange for safe passage from this ship after sunset.'
'Except the monsters that we have made deals with don't leave a trail of bodies wherever they go. I can't do that to the world,' Julie spoke softly. One of my teammates moved slowly behind me.
'So naive, girl. Your father would be ashamed. He was such a practical man. He would make a deal with the devil for the right cause. Order your man to stop what he is doing or I release these wights. You don't want to try to toss a grenade in here. There are thousands of gallons of fuel and vapor in these pipes. You would kill your whole team and the others as well.'
Julie shook her head. 'No explosives. Okay, Jean. Let's talk. But leave my parents out of it.'
'Fair enough.' The movement behind me stopped. The vampire continued, 'Your team will go to the bridge, pull up the anchor and set course for the mainland. Then you will leave this ship.'
'How do you know we won't walk out of here and just sink the ship?' Julie asked.
'Because I will keep you as a hostage. Your uncle is running this operation. He will do anything to protect you. I will let you go free when we run aground.'
Julie laughed coldly. 'And I'm supposed to believe you? You would bite me as soon as the helicopter lifted off. Screw you, Jean.'
'Now, young one, please, I did not choose this path, but I am a survivor. I just want to live.'
'If you can call that living.'
'Do not be so quick to judge. You of all people must wonder about this life. It is marvelous. I fought the darkness for so many years. I did not know what I was missing. I can see everything, Julie. I can feel your pulse from here. I can feel the world. The heartbeat of the very world. It is ecstasy.' The vampire was beginning to wax poetic. I had to try something.
'Hey, Jean,' I interrupted. 'The girl's hardheaded. I'm willing to talk business.'
'Your standards are slipping. When did MHI start hiring gorillas?' the vampire asked wryly, glancing in my direction. His red eyes bored into me.
'Owen? What are you doing?'
'Shut up,' I snapped at her. 'I don't want to die here. You can keep the girl. I'll go up and pull up the anchor and point this barge at Florida. Old man Earl isn't going to want anything to happen to this chick. We will leave.'
'A sensible one. You must be new, yes?'
'Yeah, I'm just a mercenary. I'm just in this for the money,' I lied. Moisture dripped onto my helmet and rolled hotly down my spine.
'Ahh, good.' The vampire steepled his fingers.
'Now you said you had some valuable information. Just what are we talking about, Frenchy? Valuable means something that I can use.' I had no idea if vampires were good judges of character.
