9:13pm
From the other side of the campfire, Lee said, "So it's a vampire."
"I did not say vampire," Davis said. "Did you hear me say vampire?"
It was exactly the kind of thing Lee would say, the gross generalization that obscured more than it clarified. Not for the first time since they'd set out up the mountain, Davis wondered at their decision to include Lee in their plans.
Lee held up his right hand, index finger extended. "It has the fangs."
"A mouthful of them."
Lee raised his middle finger. "It turns into a bat."
"No-its wings are like a bat's."
"Does it walk around with them?"
"They-it extrudes them from its arms and sides."
"'Extrudes'?" Lee said.
Han chimed in: "College."
Not this shit again, Davis thought. He rolled his eyes to the sky, dark blue studded by early stars. Although the sun's last light had drained from the air, his stomach clenched. He dropped his gaze to the fire.
The lieutenant spoke. "He means the thing extends them out of its body."
"Oh," Lee said. "Sounds like it turns into a bat to me."
"Uh-huh," Han said.
"Whatever," Davis said. "It doesn't-"
Lee extended his ring finger and spoke over him. "It sleeps in a coffin."
"Not a coffin-"
"I know, a flying coffin."
"It isn't-it's in low-Earth orbit, like a satellite."
"What was it you said it looked like?" the lieutenant asked. "A cocoon?"
"A chrysalis," Davis said.
"Same thing," the lieutenant said.
"More or less," Davis said, unwilling to insist on the distinction because, even a year and three-quarters removed from Iraq, the lieutenant was still the lieutenant and you did not argue the small shit with him.
"Coffin, cocoon, chrysalis," Lee said, "it has to be in it before sunset or it's in trouble."
"Wait," Han said. "Sunset."
"Yes," Davis began.
"The principle's the same," the lieutenant said. "There's a place it has to be and a time it has to be there by."
"Thank you, sir," Lee said. He raised his pinky. "And, it drinks blood."
"Yeah," Davis said, "it does."
"Lots," Han said.
"Yeah," the lieutenant said.
For a moment, the only sounds were the fire popping and, somewhere out in the woods, an owl prolonging its question. Davis thought of Fallujah.
"Okay," Lee said, "how do we kill it?"