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 From TECH WOLVES

     Marvin Stanley was alone out there on the night street and the things behind him knew it.

     He saw the car waiting, so close now. If he could only get there, get inside the door, get the engine started. They couldn't get at him inside the car, could they?

     His legs faltered, muscles starting to tie up. His arms windmilled wildly to keep his balance as he ran.

     Behind him, he could hear them coming now. The relentless click of racing feet on the pavement. The terrible shrill whining sound they made as they closed in. A sound like he had never heard before.

     The car was just a few yards away now. Stanley lurched the last steps, falling against the fender. He had the electronic key out. He ripped open the driver door. Sudden relief poured over him. He was going to make it.

     He threw his right leg inside and sprawled heavily into the seat. But hot pain flashed through his left leg before he could get it into the car. Something seized his leg in a powerful grip, then they had his left arm too.

     He was being dragged back out of the car. He clung frantically to the steering wheel, but more of them had a hold of him now. He lost his grip on the wheel and they pulled him out the door. His face scraped on the asphalt as he fell.

     He rolled onto his back and they were standing over him, a whole pack of them. As Stanley saw them up close for the first time under the streetlight glare, his eyes bulged in terror at the brute ferocity of their faces.

     They knew what they were doing, all of them working together like a unit. They had his limbs controlled so he couldn't thrash free. Before he could scream, they had his throat.