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going to save the girl and stop this thing. And it would waste an opportunity to test the Taser.
    He smiled suddenly as he began backing away. In seconds, he had padded back down the hall and into the living room.
    Charlie was quiet, but Terry could feel the question burning in him. He ignored it as he found the front door in the dark. A shaft of moonlight showed the wires running to the door. Charlie had been right. It was rigged to deliver a shock to whoever grabbed it. Probably not a fatal one, given this guy’s mind set. Just enough to incapacitate anyone long enough for them to become the next victim and poof. Two for one day.
    Ripping the wires off, he opened the door, slammed it and shouted, “Hello? Anybody home?”
    Charlie literally went ballistic. Terry could feel a pounding in his skull that meant he was virtually jumping up and down. Confirmation came a moment later as Charlie’s normally almost-monotone voice came through in the form of a screech that would have scared off every barn owl in the state if they had heard it.
    “ What are you doing ?”
    Terry smiled as he pulled the Taser from its pouch. “Need to get him away from the girl.” He thought in answer quickly. “If the Taser works, it’ll screw him up long enough for us to reach her. If it doesn’t, it’ll still take him a few seconds to disentangle himself from his host. Either way, we need those few seconds to reach the girl. Now, we might not know where she is, but we do know where she ain’t. Once he’s out of the picture, whether this thing works or not, we got a few seconds to find her and get her protected.”
    He could feel Charlie’s appreciation of his logic. It gave him a sense of pride to find he had managed to impress something older than the pyramids.
    He could only imagine the look on their quarry’s face, to say nothing of what was going on in the occupants mind.
    He shouted out again, louder this time, “Hello? My car seems to have quit and my cell can’t seem to get a signal. I just need to call Triple A. Hello?”
     
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    The man padded down the hall quietly. He couldn’t figure out what was going on. He knew what he had heard, but this was throwing him a curve. Was this the one that had made the sound or was there yet another out there somewhere? And where had this idiot come from? They were nearly ten miles from the highway. If he came that way, he should have passed him on the road. The only other way was over a seven thousand foot mountain behind them.
    He felt his breathing quicken as his hands gripped the ax. He didn’t really care either way. The point was this one would make for an interesting appetizer before he got into fully enjoying the girl. Nothing like the sudden terror, he decided, of a surprised victim to whet the appetite.
    He could hear the fool stumbling around in the dark still shouting for someone. Was he really that stupid or could he just not see the condition of the house belied the possibility of anyone who did live there having a phone? He finally came across the idea that killing this one could, in reality, be considered a public service.
    A final shout and then muttering. It seemed he was beginning to suspect the futility of his efforts. No doubt now trying to figure out if he should wait for morning or head out tonight. He smiled as he thought of how he was going to make that a non-issue for him.
    In position finally, he adjusted his grip on the ax he’d grabbed on the way. He wanted the first blow to incapacitate but not kill. Dead men don’t do fear. Listening intently now, he held his breath so as not to interfere with the sounds his prey made as he blundered around in the dark, walking almost straight to him. Catching a glimpse of a shadow through a crack in the door, he saw him still stumbling forward.
    Almost in position. Ready, he told himself. Aim for the knees first, and then, go for the arms. If he could get the shoulders, he would just be a target until he was