Two other Halloweeners made the dash for the same cover that had whisked Charles out of sight. To me, with the Old One’s help, they looked to be moving in slow motion. The MP-9 swung around and lipped flame at them. The first runner flipped over and collapsed as two bullets pulverized the bone structure in his hips. The second folded over as a bullet cored his belt buckle and pushed it back through his spine.