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the bodies. There's evidence that either a large animal attacked the two
adults, or the assailant was wearing
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sharpened metal fangs.' Kyle rolled his eyes. He still didn't have much truck
with vampires. "Their son was seen leaving the house, with blood dripping from
his mouth. The assailant then fled to an abandoned farmhouse near the Loblolly
River outside Charlotte. As far as we know, the people loitering in the house
are mostly teenagers. Apparently, some are as young as twelve or thirteen.
It's a mess, Alex. Everything is on hold until we get there. The age of some
of these kids is a real problem.' A little more than ten minutes later we
landed in a wide meadow brimming with wildflowers. We were less than three
miles from the farmhouse. This was Bonnie & Clyde stuff. By the time we got to
the thick woods surrounding the house it was past five o'clock. It would be
dark soon enough. The house was a two-story, wood-framed structure obscured by
an overgrowth of wisteria and myrtle. Pine cones, hickory nuts, and what are
known locally as sweet gum monkey balls covered the ground where we hid and
watched. Everything about the place brought back memories of where I had grown
up in the South. Not too many happy moments unfortunately. My mother and
father had both died in their thirties, well before their time. My therapist
has a theory that I see myself dying young because both my parents did. The
Mastermind seems to hold a similar theory, and perhaps wants to put it into
action soon. The roof of the old house was sharply pitched; a narrow attic
window was broken in two places. The peeling, white-painted clapboards were
mostly intact, but the asbestos-shingled roof was bare in spots, revealing tar
paper. Creepy, creepy, creepy. What in hell was going on here? The FBI was
super-sensitive to the fact that most of those inside the house were probably
under twenty years old. They didn't know exactly who they were or if any had
police records. There was no actual proof they were involved with the murders.
It was decided that as long as we remained undetected, we'd wait until night
to see if anyone left or entered. Then we would move on the house. The
situation was getting sticky, maybe political, and there would be consequences
if a minor got hurt or killed.
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In sharp contrast, everything seemed peaceful in the woods around the house.
The ramshackle building was strangely quiet, considering all the young people
who were supposed to be in there. No loud laughter or rock music, no smells of
cooking. Dim lights were flickering. My growing fear was that we were already
too late.
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Someone was whispering close to my ear - it was Kyle. 'Let's go, Alex. It's
time to move on them.' At four in the morning, he gave the signal to breach
the house. Kyle was calling all the shots. He had authority over the locals,
too. I accompanied a dozen agents outfitted in blue windbreakers. Nobody was
feeling too secure about the raid. We moved cautiously to within seventy-five
yards of the house, at the edge of the pine forest. Two snipers, who had dug
in about thirty yards from the house, radioed that it was still quiet inside.
Too quiet? 'These are mostly young kids,' Kyle reminded us before we went in.
'But protect yourselves first.' We crawled on our hands and knees until we
were as close as the s nipers. Then we rushed the house, using three entrances
to get inside. Kyle and I went through the front, the others through the side
and back. A couple of flash-bang grenades went off. There was screaming on the
ground floor. High pitched. Kids. No gunshots - yet. It was a weird, chaotic
scene. Stoned kids - lots of them, most in their underwear or nude. At least
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twenty teenagers had been sleeping on the ground floor. No electricity, just
candles. The place smelled of urine, weed, mildew, cheap wine, and wax. Clown
Posse and Killah Priest posters were hung on the walls. The tiny front hall
and the living room merged into an open area. The kids had been asleep on
blankets, or just the wooden floor. Now they were awake, and angry,
shouting,'Pigs! Cops! Get the fuck out!'
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Agents were rousting more of them on the second floor. There were fistfights,
but still no gunshots. No one seriously hurt. A sense of anticlimax. A skinny
boy screamed at the top of his voice and rushed at me. He seemed to have no
fear of my drawn gun. His eyes were blood-red. Color contacts. He was growling
and drooling frothy saliva. I took him down in a head lock, cuffed him, told
him to chill before he got himself hurt. I doubt that he weighed much more
than a hundred and forty pounds, but he was wiry and stronger than he looked.
An agent near me wasn't so lucky - a heavy-set redheaded girl bit him in the
cheek as he was attempting to restrain her. Then the girl bit into his chest.
The agent howled, and struggled to get her off. She held on like a dog with a
bone. I yanked the girl away and cuffed her arms behind her back. She wore a
black T-shirt with'Merry Fuckin'Xmas Bitch'printed on it. She had tattoos of
snakes and skulls everywhere. She was screaming in my face,'You are unworthy!
You suck!' 'The one we want is in the cellar! The killer,' Kyle called to me.
Trwin Snyder!' I followed him through a dysfunctional kitchen, then out back
to a slanted wooden door that led to a cellar. We had our guns drawn. From
what we knew about the viciousness and suddenness of the Irwin Snyder attacks,
nobody wanted to go into the cellar. I yanked open the door and we edged
inside. Kyle, two other agents and I went down three rickety wooden steps. It
was quiet and dark. An agent worked a flashlight around. Then we saw the
killer. He saw us too.
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A well-built teenaged boy in a soiled black leather studded vest and black
jeans was crouched, waiting for us in the far corner of the cellar. He had a
crowbar. He leaped up and began swinging it over his head. He was growling. It
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