Waldo.
"Mister Lehrmann, are you still with us?" asked Taylor.
Lehrmann moaned in pain.
"Not as strong as he thought," commented Edwards.
Boss, how many are there?
Four, thought Lehrmann.
We can take them. They left the door open.
No. They're armed.
Others will be here. One hour, maybe less.
I don't have an hour, thought Lehrmann.
The lock beeped and clicked, and the gate swung open. He tried to lurch forward, but neither leg was working.
"It's reached the lower spine, and it's working its way up," said Taylor. "Give him a few minutes. He can still swing those arms. "
"Suits me fine," said Edwards. "I already got one bite tonight. "
Too bad the gate was working so well, thought Lehrmann. If it had jammed, at least the other dogs would have been spared their last meal.
The other dogs.
Nicky, do you know where the switch to the cages is?
No. That was put in after I left.
I do, thought Waldo.
Can you reach it?
Outside the door, the Rottweiler and the German shepherd looked at the Doberman. He bared his teeth.
Taylor looked at his watch.
"We should start now," he said. "I don't want him to die without feeling it. "
He looked down at the werewolf, who was breathing hard.
"Mister Lehrmann," he called. "Please don't struggle when we pick you up. You may be strong, but we outnumber you. "
"Other way around," gasped Lehrmann.
Waldo shot across the arena, gathered himself, and leapt, crashing into the switch on the wall, then falling in a heap on the floor. The doors to the cages sprung open. There was a brief moment while everyone was silent and looking at each other.
"Playtime," said Lehrmann.
For all the pent-up rage and primal savagery of the pack, it was Arnie the dachshund who was the first out of his cage, baying and scampering on his short legs as hard as he could. The others took his cue and crashed into the room ahead of him. Of the four men, only Hidalgo managed to get a shot off before a pit bull clamped down on his wrist. The gun fell from his hand as he screamed.
A minute later, the hand fell from his arm.
The dogs piled on top of the four men, clawing and gouging whatever they could reach. Arnie, the last in, jumped