all their high-tech toys won’t have a clue how to fight this war. It’ll take primal violence to win, and we’re the only force on Earth with a shot at kicking cosmic asses.”
“What about the humans? Don’t any of them understand the danger?” The guy with the long braid sounded disgusted with humanity. “Why aren’t they doing anything about it?”
Fin shrugged. “Probably a few sense what’s coming. They ask questions like why the ancient Mayans ended their long count calendar on that date, and why more and more people are seeing the number eleven wherever they look. But for the most part, they’re clueless. The universe tries to send messages, but most humans don’t listen.”
Ty glanced at his watch. 11:11. Damn.
Fin turned to face the men behind him. “We’ll hunt theenemy down one city at a time.” His smile was a thing of nightmares. “And when we find them, we’ll make sure they aren’t around to party in 2012.”
Ty glanced out the window and froze. A roiling black cloud outlined in glowing red was racing toward the window. “Shit!”
All the others except Fin followed his gaze. Fin didn’t even turn around to look.
As the cloud blanketed the windows, the glass shook. Ty felt the waves of energy bouncing off the building. “What the hell is that?”
They all backed away from the windows. Fin stayed. “That’s death and despair and all kinds of fun stuff. It’s a welcome-to-Houston message from our enemies.”
“Don’t they have names?” Ty watched the glass vibrate, waited for it to crash inward.
“The windows won’t break.” Fin reached behind him and placed his palm flat against the glass. The shuddering stopped. “And they would be many things. They’ve been called the Galactic Masters, Lords of Time, Gods of Death, and probably names I’ve never heard.”
He paused. “Personally, the names all sound a little too Dr. Who for me.” He turned to look at the cloud, and it slid away into the night. “They’re just numbers to me. That was Nine tapping on our windows.”
“What would’ve happened if you weren’t here and we weren’t connected to you?” The questioner wore black pants and a black shirt. But he wouldn’t blend into the night with that long blond hair.
“The wall of glass would’ve exploded. Then all of you would’ve taken headers out the windows. Compulsions are a bitch. You’d survive, but you’d scare the shit out of anyone walking their dogs down below.” Fin speared them with ahard gaze. “You’ve all learned something tonight. Keep the mental airwaves open between us. Always. As long as we’re connected, I can protect you from the psychic stuff. You can handle physical attacks on your own.”
Ty watched Fin walk back to the table. He didn’t sit down. “Looks like we’ll have to skip dessert. Greer will be disappointed. But hey, I’m tough. I’ll force myself to eat your share.”
Some of the men remained frozen, that dangerous stillness of a predator just before it attacked. The others paced restlessly. Ty chose stillness.
“I’ve rented apartments in five different parts of town. Four apartments in each building. Your drivers will use two of them. The other two are for you. I’m pairing you up, but you’d kill each other if I made you share an apartment.”
Drivers. Ty had a question about that. “Are all the drivers human? Why can’t we just learn to drive ourselves? And what excuse did you give for us running around at night?”
“I expect you to learn how to drive. But we need human drivers right now. Nine and the others can sense us.” Fin nodded toward the windows. “You saw what just happened. We have a raw, primitive energy they can track. So I searched out drivers with the strongest possible human life force. They help mask our presence as long as we stay close to them. Besides, the enemy can’t kill humans directly. They don’t have that problem with nonhumans. Make the most of your time with your