No dice, not in a dive like this. Shit. Cold, cold... Shawn looked in the other direction, and saw a flash of red in the corner of his vision.

Fire extinguisher. Would it be cold enough? Fuck knows. But it was their best shot for now.

"Stay right there!" As if she'd move. "Or — y'know!" Shut up. He was focused on backing away, not taking his eyes off the thing any more than he had to. On the way, he glimpsed a big, cast-iron skillet. Good to know.

Once he had a hand on the extinguisher, things went a lot faster. Shawn raced back as he pulled the pin out, then stuck the end of the nozzle right on the thing's throat — one of its thinnest points — and opened fire.