Alana had been the one to act first. She spotted the window
wells, the glass panes painted over an impenetrable black.
“We drive them out.” She gritted her teeth, and swung a rock
at one of the windows. The glass shattered, and beams of light poured into the
basement.
A hiss and a howl erupted from inside the building. Doug and I
responded by following her lead, and began smashing the small windows that
lined the bottom of the building. There weren’t many, but it was enough to get
the results we had hoped for.
Soon the howls were so loud that we could barely hear
ourselves think. Then we heard the first pop, and a spray of green-gray liquid
splashed out through one of the shattered windows.
“I think we have their attention.” Doug wiped some sweat away
from his forehead.
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