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if you were doing that you could just snap their necks with your jaws. If you want to kill dragons, heat-seeking won’t work. They’re cold blooded. Reptiles. You know?”
    Win nodded. “I’m not stupid.”
    “I didn’t say you were.”
    “Anybody could have made that mistake.”
    “Sure. None of us are arms experts.”
    “Right. Who is?”
    “Storm.”
    “I know him. He came here once.”
    “Yeah, I know him, too. He’s my son-in-law.”
    “No shit? Well, call him up. Let’s get this show on the road.”
    Deliverance was a little surprised by Win’s enthusiasm. “You sure you understand what I’m saying here? There’s going to be ugliness. Three werewolves have already died.”
    “I get it, demon. Let’s be quick before more are added to that number.”
    “Well, seems like your dick has unshriveled.”
    “Funny. You gonna call Storm or do you want me to?”
    “Let’s just go pay a visit. You want a shirt and footwear. Personally I’m not much of a fan, but I don’t get cold as easily as humans.”
    “I’m not human.”
    “No offense. You know what I meant.”
    “No. I do not know what you meant.”
    “Do. You. Want. To. Go. Visit. My. Daughter’s. Home. Like. That?”
    Win glared at Deliverance for a few seconds, stomped toward the bedroom, and reemerged a couple of minutes later in a flannel lined denim shirt with boots on his feet.
     
     
    Storm and Litha had moved back into the vineyard and were enjoying a quiet Bailey’s by the fire when they heard a commotion in the kitchen.
    Storm rolled his eyes.
    Litha took a sip of Bailey’s, then said, “It could be a burglar.”
    “Helloooooo,” Deliverance called.
    Litha looked at Storm. “Well, at least he’s become semi-housebroken.” She aimed her voice toward the kitchen. “IN HERE!!”
    “You mean because he lands in the kitchen?” Storm snorted. “That’s a far cry from even semi -housebroken.”
    It took less than ten minutes for Storm to explain that he was a small weapons expert and that the sort of firepower the residents of Lunark Dimension needed was a completely different proposition. He suggested that Windwalker appeal to the Jefferson Unit Director of Research and Development, Thelonius M. Monq, and said he would call ahead, even though it would be just after midnight in New Jersey where Dr. Monq was permanently assigned.
    Monq took the call from Storm, then shuffled into his office to meet with Windwalker.
    He hadn’t combed his hair, which made him look even more eccentric than usual. Yawning, he said, “If you’d care for coffee, I’ll get one of the aides up and have him fetch.”
    “No, please don’t,” said Win. “This won’t take long.”
     
     
    For the second time in a night, Windwalker Grey and the demon, Deliverance, explained what had happened on Lunark and why their appeal for large weapons was urgent.
    “If I’m understanding the situation correctly,” Win glanced at Deliverance, “people can’t step farther than a few feet away from shelter during the daytime. Children can’t play. Herdsmen can’t properly care for their stock. No one can hunt or travel except at night.” Win shuffled a little, huffed out a sigh, and said. “Cowering behind closed doors is not a natural state for werewolves. It doesn’t sit right.”
    “No. I don’t suppose it would. You’re used to being at the top of the food chain. That aside, assuming that The Order agrees to supply your requisition, which mind you will be extremely expensive, I can make a list that should suit your needs.” Monq directed his attention to the demon. “Would you be able to transport a few experts to conduct training? And bring them back, of course?”
    Deliverance looked put out and flapped his hands to demonstrate that point, but agreed.
    Monq looked at his watch. “In another hour, I can have a chat with headquarters in Edinburgh. Come back in, oh, say, five hours and I’ll have some answers for you.”
     
     
    While Simon