Martin looked at the armory in the SWAT trailer. He'd like the shotgun, but having to reload every six shots could be deadly. There were lots of flash grenades, but they were a last resort. They'd buy him time, but not kill any vampires.

"How good a shot are you with that thing?" Martin said, pointing to a big rifle that was mounted on a bipod.

"I can hit a quarter at four hundred yards," Reba said. "The fifty caliber will do the job, but it's hard to hit a moving ...