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shook his head in disapproval. “That’s the last time I give you new guns. From now on you get the bootlegs.”
    “That’s what you said last time.”
    “And I damn well mean it this time, boy.”
    Bobby is a genius with guns. He could take an inch of rusting iron and two ounces of copper and whip up a fully functional machine gun.
    He’s an artist – and those guys always get too attached to their work. I don’t score any points by coming in nearly twice a month for a new gun, dumping the scrap metal of the old ones.
    Bo bby gave me one last disapproving look and went over to his workbench. “Here’s your new piece.”
    He placed a flintlock on the bench. It had been refurbished with modern parts and had a box magazine locked in place in front of the trigger guard.
    I blinked twice at Bobby. “Seriously?”
    Bobby nodded.
    "What the hell is that thing?" My voice was more high-pitched than usual.
    Bobby cocked an eyebrow. "It's a heavily modified flintlock. This thing right here is the sturdiest gun in the whole store. It's custom-built for durability, so you can use it for whatever it is you do. That box mag takes shotgun rounds, so unless you're going up against an elephant, you're fine."
    I cocked an eyebrow at the weapon.
    "It's all I got left, boy. Take it or leave it," said Bobby in his headmaster voice again.
    I snatched the gun up. "Thanks, Bobby," I said sincerely.
     
    *****
     
    For a giant, monstrous demon that possesses and deforms animals, the Behemoth was damn hard to find. I spent over an entire afternoon going from one animal shelter to another, but still no sign of the Behemoth. I mean seriously, how hard can it be to find a couple of Jumanji monsters?
    I was just about to give up and head home. Maybe resume the hunt tomorrow – right after I found a suitable holster for the flintlock. The chunky gun hung inside the waistband of my trousers, making me look like an extra from Pirates of the Caribbean.
    I kept fidgeting with it, trying to somehow find a comfortable position. Do you have any idea how emasculating it is for a man to know that the bulge in his pants has nothing to do with his manhood?
    I walked past the park and caught sight of a sign that read ZOO. The park . I was supposed to check that out but kept putting it off. There were kids there with glaring parents − and Erik the voodoo freak was not exactly compatible.
    Ah screw it . I was getting paid for this.
    So , I strode in and bought a ticket. The receptionist gave me a weary look and I said something stupid. Maybe I tried flirting – whatever. I got in and started walking down the animal exhibits.
    The only out of place being there was me. I looked like I belonged on the other side of the reptile glass. I think it’s the leather trench coat.
    Then, I saw it.
    The elephant exhibit was a late entry. It was the largest exhibit, farthest f rom the entrance. It wasn’t the most populated of exhibits and few people were there. Maybe it was the thirty minute walk from the reception to the elephant place.
    And at the very back of the herd, completely on its own, was the possessed monster.
    It was twice the size of an elephant and completely bizarre. Its body slumped downwards like a mammoth’s and its legs were not the usual trunk-shaped paws, but rather lupine legs with thick, obsidian claws. Its ears were a giant tusk which branched forwards towards where normal elephant trunks should be. The thick enamel forked outwards like a tree, creating an entire bush of sharp spikes around the monster’s face. Its trunk was more muscular than usual and instead of nostrils, it had a pair of leaf-shaped blades which promised a whole new world of pain.
    The entire monster was covered in long , dark fur − darker than black.
    It aimed a bloodshot red eye at me and I felt my knees buckling slightly.
    "Holy crap."
    My quip triggered a chain reaction.
    The Behemoth reared on two legs and let out a bellow, sending everyone but me running out of