Napoleon looked skyward, his ears still ringing, and whimpered softly.
Something was up there. Something black, unnatural, Something ...
Something he had seen before.
He threw his head back suddenly, baying at the sky.
The Shape had returned.
“Holy s**t,” mumbled Shapiro, looking at the dinosaur. The truth was: he’d never really expected it to exist.
A few yards away from it, the Corvette lurched—and stopped.
LeBar nudged him. “Take out the car; I'll get the animal.”
Shapiro nodded. “Right.” He turned his head, leveling the helmet’s sights on the ‘Vette.
It lurched again ... and stopped. He saw the driver beat her fists on the wheel.
LeBar stepped up to the sliding door, shouldering his M-85.
“Give me some rotation—about 40 degrees.”
Shapiro rotated the helicopter. The 30mm can
