The changeling catches up to the second demon in seconds. The words had hardly left his lips when pitt snatched the gun with his left hand, twisted it away, and hurled a boulder with unerring aim.
And denying their voodoo is theirs. He would listen, half hypnotized, to the infinitely slow heartbeats of his sleeping colleagues, keeping his eyes fixed on the sluggish waves that marched in synchronism across the screen.
It required some careful thought, some soft words, and a good deal of hard cash.