The Gift

"I donna think I like dis," grunted Dimitri as he took point. Dealing with the trash went fast after the plan had been established, and now he was looking forward to forgetting about the sight of Hattie being shot in the head. "Too quiet."

 

Salvatore, to his right, grunted in agreement, his M4 cradled in his arms like a baby. Hattie had managed to find a ton of weapons in her space when they were all griping that they had left them in the house before leaving.

 

It wasn't second nature to the demons to be armed like it was for their human counterpart, but luckily, Hattie always had the answer.

 

And guns.

 

And grenades.

 

And a bazooka.

 

It was great.

 

They were less following the road than they were following what looked like a game trail where the road should have been. It was wide enough for humans to walk single file, but there was really no sign of anyone around.