He could feel a kind of fizzy sensation as whatever that stuff was fed on his flesh and blood. Not as much shooting as he would have expected, but this was no time to wonder why. Its head darted forward and its teeth closed on Beaver's nose. Then he fell forward and snow began to fleck the back of his parka.
You bastard, he thought, what are you, you bas— There was a final brilliant flash of light inside his head and then everything went dark. AR the lights were on now. 'Just tell him Pete called. No sympathy for the devil, he thought, wrenching open the rear door.
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