Chapter 32
All for One, and... Well, You Know
They might have been the Magnificent Seven or the Seven Samurai. If each of them had been a trained professional, a gunfighter with a character flaw, or a broken warrior with a past - or if each had a secret reason for joining a suicide mission, an antihero's sense of justice, and a burning desire to put things right - they might have become an elite fighting unit whose resourcefulness and courage would lead them to victory over those who would oppose or oppress. But the fact was, they were a disorganized bunch of perpetual adolescents, untrained and unprepared for anything but throwing stock and having fun: the Animals.
They sat on the registers as Tommy paced before them telling them about the vampire, about Simon's death, and giving them the call to action while the Emperor stood by quoting passages from Henry the Fifth's speech at the Battle of Agincourt.
"The cops aren't going to believe it, and I can't do it alone," Tommy said.
The Emperor said, "'We few, we lucky few... "
"So who's with me?"
The Animals didn't say a word.
"Barry," Tommy said, "you're a scuba diver. You've got some balls, right? Sure, you're balding and going to fat, but this is a chance to make a difference."
Barry looked at this shoes.
Tommy jumped to Drew, who hung his head so that his greasy blond hair covered his face. "Drew, you have the most complete knowledge of chemistry of anyone I've ever met. It's time to use it."
"We've got a truck to unload," Drew said.
Tommy moved to Clint; stared into his thick glasses, ruffled his curly black hair. "Clint, God wants you to do this. This vampire is evil incarnate. Sure, you're a little burned out, but you can still strike a blow for righteousness."
"Blessed are the meek," said Clint.
"Jeff!" Tommy said. The big jock looked up, as if the key to the universe lay in the fluorescent lights. "Jeff, you're big, you're dumb, your knee is blown out, but hey, man, you look good. We might be able to use that."
Jeff began whistling.
Tommy moved on. "Lash, your people have been oppressed for hundreds of years. It's time to strike back. Look, you don't have your MBA yet - they haven't completely juiced you of your usefulness yet. Would Martin Luther King back down from this challenge? Malcolm X? James Brown? Don't you have a dream? Don't you feel good, like you knew that you would, now?"
Lash shook his head. "I have to study in the morning, man."
"Troy Lee? Samurai tradition? You're the only trained fighter here."
"I'm Chinese, not Japanese."
"Whatever. You're a kung-fu guy. You can reach into a guy's pocket and take his wallet before he knows it's gone. No one has reflexes like you."
"Okay," Troy said.
Tommy stopped on his way to the next man. "Really?"
"Sure, I'll help you. Simon was a good friend."
"Wow," Tommy said. He looked to Gustavo. "Well?"
Gustavo shook his head.
"Viva Zapata!" Tommy said.
"Leave him alone," Troy Lee said. "He's got a family."
"You're right," Tommy said. "Sorry, Gustavo."
Troy Lee got up and stood in front of the other Animals. "But you fuckers. You worthless bags of dog meat. If Simon could see you he'd shoot every one of you. This could be the best party we ever had."
Drew looked up. "Party?"
"Yeah," Troy Lee said, "party. We drink some brews, kick some ass, dismember some monsters - maybe pick up some babes. Christ, Drew, who knows what kind of shit we could get into. And you're going to miss it."
"I'm in," said Drew.
"Me too," said Barry.
Troy looked at Jeff and Clint. "Well?" They nodded.
"Lash, you in?"
"Okay," Lash said without conviction.
"Okay," Tommy said. "Let's throw the truck. We can't start until morning anyway. We'll figure out a plan and get some weapons then."
Troy Lee held up a finger. "One thing. How do we find the vampire?"
Tommy said, "Okay, let's get to work."
Morning found the Animals in the Safeway parking lot, drinking beer and discussing the strategy for finding and disposing of a monster.
"So, as far as you know, drugs don't affect them?" Drew asked.
"I don't think so," Tommy said.
"Well, no wonder he's pissed off," Drew said.
"What about guns?" Jeff asked. "I've got Simon's shotgun at my house."
Tommy thought for a moment before answering. "They can be hurt; I mean, damaged. But Jody heals incredibly fast - this guy might even be faster. Still, I'd rather have a twelve-gauge against him than nothing."
Barry said, "A stake through the heart always works in the movies."
Tommy nodded. "It might work. We could try it. If we get that far, we can cut him up, too."
"Spearguns," Barry said. "I've got three of them. A CO2 model and two that use elastics. They won't shoot far, but they might pin him down while we cut him up."
"I've got a couple of short fighting swords," Troy Lee interjected. "Razor sharp."
"Good," Tommy said. "Bring 'em."
"I'll bring the Word," Glint said. He'd been shouting "Get thee behind me, Satan," all night, putting the Animals on edge.
"Why don't you just go home and pray," Lash said, giving Glint a push. "We need some action here." He turned from Glint and addressed the group. "Look, guys, spearguns and swords are great, but how do we find this guy? The cops have been looking for him for three months, and they obviously haven't had any luck. If he's really after Tommy, then the best thing we can do is ambush him at Tommy's apartment. And I'm not sure I want to face him when he's awake. Simon was my friend too, but he was also one of the quickest people I ever met and the vampire took him out like he was a baby. And the paper said that he was armed. I don't know..."
"He's right," Drew said. "We're fucked. Anyone want to catch the ferry to Sausalito and terrorize some yuppie artists? I've got mushrooms."
"Shrooms! Shrooms! Shrooms!" the Animals chanted.
Suddenly there was a staccato clanging, like someone banging on a garbage-can lid with a stick, which is pretty much what it was. The Emperor, who had been silent all night, stepped into the circle. "Before your spines go to jelly, men, take heart. I've been thinking."
"Oh, no!" someone shouted.
"I think I have a way to find the fiend and dispose of him before sundown."
"Right," Drew said sarcastically. "How?"
The Emperor picked up Bummer and held out the little dog as if he were displaying the Holy Grail. "Pound for pound, a better soldier never marched, and a better tracker never sniffed out a sewer rat. I've been so stupid."
"Beg your pardon, Your Majesty," Tommy said. "But what the fuck are you talking about?"
"Until last night I didn't know that the lovely young woman with whom you share your abode was a vampire. Yet every time we passed your building Bummer went into a frenzy. He's been the same each time we've encountered the fiend himself. I believe he has a special sensitivity for the smell of vampires."
They all stared at him, waiting.
"Gather your courage and your weapons, good fellows. We'll meet here in two hours and remove this evil from my city. And a little dog shall lead us."
The Animals looked at Tommy, who shrugged and nodded. They had a new leader now. "Two hours, guys," Tommy said. "The Emperor's in charge."
Cavuto watched the Animals disperse though his field glasses. He was sitting in the parking lot at Fort Mason, a hundred yards from the Safeway. He put down the binoculars and dialed Rivera's number on his cellular phone.
"Rivera."
"Anything happening there?" Cavuto asked.
"No, I don't think that anything will now that it's daylight. The lights stayed off after the kid left, but I could hear a vacuum cleaner running. The girl's up there but she didn't turn on the light."
"So she likes to clean in the dark."
"I think she can see in the dark."
"I don't want to talk about it," Cavuto said. "Anything else?"
"Not much. Some kids were dropping pebbles on me from the roof. The guys in the foundry below the kid's apartment are moving around now. A couple of bums are doing some close-order public urinating in the alley. What's happening there?"
"The kid worked all night, drank some beers with the crew; they just split up but the kid and the wacko are still here."
"Why don't you call in some relief?"
"I don't want this out of our hands until we know more. Stay by the phone."
"Anything from the coroner?"
"Yeah, just got off the phone with him. Massive blood loss from the guy in the truck. None from the guy in the morgue. Heart attack. They still haven't found the girl's body."
"That's because she was cleaning house all night."
"Gotta go," Cavuto said.
Tommy and the Emperor were waiting in the parking lot when the Animals returned in Troy Lee's Toyota and began unloading equipment.
"Stop, stop, stop," Tommy said. "We can't run all over the City with spearguns and swords."
"And shotguns," Jeff said proudly, jacking a shell into the chamber of Simon's shotgun.
"Put that back in the car."