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partners； he wears a flak jacket。 I think I would look nice in one。 I catch his eye and smile faintly。
〃What's the matter？〃 I ask。 〃Are you afraid of a young woman？〃
〃Silence；〃 he snaps； shaking his weapon； shifting unfortably。 My stare is strong medicine。 It can burn holes in brain neurons。 My voice is hypnotic； when I wish it to be。 I could sing a grizzly to sleep。 I let my smile widen。
〃May I have a cigarette？〃 I ask。
〃No；〃 he says flatly。
I lean forward as far as I can。 These men； for all their plans； have not e as well prepared as Slim's people did。 Yaksha had them bring cuffs made of a special alloy that 1 could not break。 I can snap these like paper。 Yet they are seated close together； these SWAT experts； and they have three separate weapons leveled directly at me。 They could conceivably kill me before I could take out all of them。 For that reason I have to take a subtle approach。
Relatively speaking。
〃I don't know what you've been told about me〃 I continue。 〃But I think it's way out of line。 I have done nothing wrong。 Also； my friend here is an FBI agent。 He shouldn't be treated this way。 You should let him go。〃 I stare deep into the man's eyes； and I know all he sees is my widening black pupils； growing as large as the dark sides of twin moons。 I speak softly； 〃You should let him go now。〃
The man reaches for his keys； then hesitates。 The hesitation is a problem。 Pushing a person's will is always a hit…or…miss proposition。 His partners are watching him now； afraid to look at me。 The youngest one rises half off his bench。 He is suddenly scared and threatens me with his weapon。
〃You shut your goddamn mouth！〃 he yells。
I lean back and chuckle。 As I do； I catch his eye。 Fear has made him vulnerable； he is an easy mark。 〃What are you afraid of？〃 I ask。 〃That your mander will let me go？ Or that you'll turn around and shoot him？〃 I bore my gaze into his head。 〃Yeah； you could shoot him。 Yeah； that might be fun。〃
〃Alisa；〃 Joel whispers； not enjoying my game。
The young man and the mander exchange worried glances。 The third guy has sat up； panting； not really understanding what is happening。 Out of the corner of my eye； I see Joel shaking his head。 Let him see me at my worst； I think。 It is the best way to begin our new relationship； without illusions。 My eyes dart from the mander to the young one。 The temperature inside their craniums is increasing。 Ever so slightly； each weapon begins to veer toward the other man's chest。 Yet I know I'll have to push them a lot harder to get them to let me go or kill each other。 It is not necessary。 I can do it on my own。 Really； I just want to distract them a bit…
Before I break them in two。
With their guns aimed away from me； they are vulnerable when I suddenly shoot my legs up； snapping ray ankle chains。 The third man； the one I have left untouched； reacts quickly； by human standards。 But he is moving in slow motion pared to a five…thousand…year…old vampire。 As he reaches for the trigger on his gun； my right foot lashes out and my big toe crushes his flak jacket； his breastbone； and the beating heart beneath the two。 The heart beats no more。 The man crumples and falls into a pitiful ball。
〃Should have given me the cigarette；〃 I say to the mander as I snap my handcuffs and reach over to take his head between my palms。 His eyes grow round。 His lips move。 He wants to tell me something； maybe apologize。 I'm not in the mood。 He is putty in my hands； Silly Putty once I squeeze my palms together and crack his skull。 Now his mouth falls open as his eyes slowly close。 His brains leak out the back； over his starched collar。 I don't want his flak jacket。
I glance over at the young one。
He's more scared than before。
I just stare at him。 He has forgotten his weapon。
〃Die；〃 I whisper intently。 My will is poisonous； when I am mad； and now； with Yaksha's blood in my veins； the poison is worse than the venom of a cobra。 The young man falls to the floor。
His breathing stops。
Joel looks as if he will be sick。
〃Kill me；〃 he swears。 〃I cannot stand this。〃
〃I am what I am。〃 I break his chains。 〃You will bee what I am。〃
He is bitter。 He has no illusions。 〃Never。〃
I nod。 〃I said the same thing to Yaksha。〃 I soften； touch his arm。 〃I cannot let them take you or me into custody。 We could have a thousand Eddies running around。〃
〃They just want to talk to us；〃 he says。
I shake my head as I glance at the men up front； unaware； so far； of what has happened to their rades。 〃They know we are not normal；〃 I whisper。
Joel pleads。 〃You can escape far more easily without me。 Fewer people will have to die。 Leave me behind。 Let them catch me in a shower of bullets。 My blood will soak the pavement； nothing more。〃
〃You are a brave man； Joel Drake。〃
He grimaces as he glances at what I have done to the others。 〃I have spent my life trying to help people。 Not destroy them。〃
I stare softly into his eyes。 〃I can't just let you die。 You don't know what I have sacrificed to keep you alive。〃
He pauses。 〃What did you sacrifice？〃
I sigh。 〃The love of God。〃 I turn toward the men at the front。 〃We will discuss this later。〃
Joel stops me one last time。 〃Don't kill when you don't have to。〃
〃I will do what I can；〃 I promise。
The bulletproof glass is two inches thick。 Although the ceiling of the van forces me to crouch； I am able to leap far enough off the floor to plant two swift kicks onto the barrier。 I have exceptionally strong legs。 The glass shatters into thousands of little pellets。 Before the two armed men can turn； I reach forward and knock their heads together。 They collapse in a mangled heap。 They are unconscious； not dead。 I remove the revolver from the hip holster of the driver and place the barrel to his head。
〃The men in the back are dead；〃 I whisper in his ear。 〃If you glance in your rearview mirror you will see it is true。 But I have allowed your partners up front to live。 That is because I am a nice girl。 I am nice and I am nasty。 If you tell me where we are headed； I will be nice to you。 If you don't； if you try to alert your partners on the road ahead of us or behind us； I will tear out your eyes and swallow them。〃 I pause。 〃Where are you taking us？〃
He has trouble speaking。 〃C…Fourteen。〃
〃Is that a police station？〃
〃No。〃
〃What is it？ Quickly！〃
He coughs； frightened。 〃A high…security facility。〃
〃Who runs it？〃
He swallows。 〃The government。〃
〃Are there labs there？〃
〃I don't know。 I've only heard stories。 I think so。〃
〃Interesting。〃 I tap his head lightly with his gun。 〃What's your name？〃
〃Lenny Treber。〃 He throws me a nervous glance。 Sweat pours off him in a river。 〃What's your name？〃
〃I have many names； Lenny。 We are in a tight fix here。 You and I and my friend。 How do we get out of it？〃
He can't stop shaking。 〃I don't understand。〃
〃I don't want to go to C…Fourteen。 I want you to help me escape this dragnet。 It is to your advantage to help； and to the advantage of your fellow cops。 I don't want to leave several dozen women widowed。〃 I pause。 〃Are you married； Lenny？〃
He tries to calm himself with deep breaths。 〃Yes。〃
〃Do you have children？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃You don't want your children to grow up without a father； do you？〃
〃No。〃
〃What can you do to help me and my friend？〃
It is hard for him to concentrate。 〃I don't know。〃
〃You will have to do better than that。 What happens if you radio ahead and say you need to take a bathroom break？〃
〃They won't believe it。 They'll know you have escaped。〃
〃Is this van bulletproof？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃What did they tell you about me？〃
〃That you were dangerous。〃
〃Anything else？〃 I ask。
He is near tears。 〃They said you can kill with your bare hands。〃 He catches a clear view of the brain tissue dripping out of the mander's skull。 It is a gruesome sight； even by my flexible standards。 A shudder runs through Lenny's body。 〃Oh God；〃 he gasps。
I pat him sweetly on the back。 〃I do have my bad side；〃 I admit。 〃But you cannot judge me by a few dead bodies。 I don't want to kill you； Lenny； now that we're on a first…name basis。 Think of another way for us to escape the escorts。〃
He struggles。 〃There isn't one。 This job has the highest security imaginable。 They'll open fire if I try to get away from them。〃
〃Those were the orders？〃
〃Yes。 Under no circumstances were you to be allowed to escape。〃
I ponder this。 They must know me； even better than Lenny thinks。 How's that possible？ Have I left that much evidence behind？ I think of the Coliseum； the necks I broke； the javelins I threw。 It's possible； I suppose。
〃I am going to escape；〃 I tell Lenny； picking up the dropped machine gun and shotgun from the front seats。 I also yank a flak jacket off one of the men。 〃One way or the other。〃
〃They'll open fire；〃 Lenny protests。
〃Let them。〃 I take ammunition for both weapons from the unconscious men。 I gesture to Joel； who is still getting adjusted to his vampire senses。 He's staring around the interior of the van as if he's stoned。 〃Put on one of those flak jackets；〃 I tell him。
〃Does there have to be shooting？〃 he asks。
〃There will be a lot of shooting。〃 I speak to Lenny。 〃What's the top speed of this van？〃
〃Eighty miles an hour。〃
I groan。 〃I need a cop car。〃
〃There are a lot of them behind and in front of us；〃 Lenny says。
I peer at the chopper in the sky。 〃They hang close to the ground。〃
〃They're heavily armed；〃 Lenny says。 〃They won't let you escape。〃
I climb in the front seat beside him； shoving the men aside。 The flak jacket is a little large on me。 〃You think I should surrender？〃
〃Yes。〃 He adds quickly； 〃That's just my opinion。〃
〃You just follow my orders if you want to live；〃 I say； studying the cruisers in front； in back。 Sixteen altogether…two officers in each； I know。 Plus there are at least three unmarked cars…FBI agents。 It continues to amaze me how quickly they took Joel into custody。 They hardly gave him a chance to speak。 I call back to him； 〃e up here。 We're going to switch vehicles in a few minutes。〃
Joel pokes his head close to my shoulder； flak jacket in place。 〃The chopper is a problem；〃 he says。 〃It doesn't matter how good a driver you are or how many cop cars you disable。 It'll stay with us； lighting us up。〃
〃Maybe。 Put on a seat belt。〃 I brace a foot on the dashboard and point to an approaching alley。 〃There； Lenny； I want you to take a hard left。 Floor it as soon as you e out of the turn。〃
Lenny sweats。 〃OK。〃
I start to hand Joel Lenny's revolver。 〃Don't be afraid to cover my back。〃 I pause and catch his eye。 〃You are on my side； aren't you？〃
Joel hesitates。 〃I won't kill anybody。〃
〃Will you try to kill me？〃
〃No。〃
I give him the revolver。 〃All right。〃 The alley closes。 〃Get ready； Lenny。 No tricks。 Just put as much distance between us and the procession as you can。〃
Lenny veers to the left。 The alley is narrow； the van shoots through it at high speed； knocking over garbage cans and crates。 The response from the cops is immediate。 Half the cars jam into the alley in pursuit。 But half is better than all； and locked in behind us as they are； the cops can't fire at us so easily。
Unfortunately； the alley crosses several streets。 Fortunately； it's midnight； with almost no traffic。 At the first street we're lucky。 But we lose two police cars to a collision。 At the second crossing we're also fortunate。 But as we drive into the third cross street we smash sideways into the only vehicle on the street； an open produce truck loaded with oranges。 The fruit spills over the van。 Lenny has bumped his head on the steering wheel and appears to be dazed。 He gets another bump on his head when a squad car smashes into us from behind。 This is what I wanted…a pileup。 〃e on！〃 I call to Joel。 I jump out of the side of the van and raise the machine gun and fire a spray of bullets at the cars piled up behind us。 They are pinned down； but I know it won't be long before a herd of fresh cars es around the block。 The suddenness of my attack causes them to scramble from their vehicles。 Overhead； the c