Finally Allison could rest a bit, Thrown out of a vehicle twice with the car exploding and then that sicko with his knifegun... I hope Katya has some good ass explanation, because she'll need one if she expects me to stay. She moved over to North "So, North. Mind giving me a quick update on the mission?"

This feeling, this sense of being mentally naked to the perversions of this hideous creature. Adam relied on his schemes and plotting and for one such as he, his plans were exposed. The awakening of Alucard, the release of these prototype creatures based of a mixture of DNA genomes and even the boy. But that was a tale for between to similar mindsets.

The presence of Gabriel made Adam physically sick and gut wrenching. But still he stood tall with his relaxed smile.
"Come now, Gabriel. We both know that vampire society is based on fake promises and betrayals. And as to your invitation, out not inviting you was indeed the thing in question for if we did invite you, you would have likely refused." Adam recited as he glanced over towards The Director, licking his wounded hand in the direction of Victor's essence as to further tease him.
"The Yamada corporation, and more importantly I have no wish to share our technology with you." Adam snarled as he looked back at Gabriel.
"And had you forgotten? Simply waking up Alucard is no simple task for even you, the so called God of Vampires could not penetrate the warded prison in which he slumbers. Luckily however I have someone that can enter."

North looked over to Allison. He rested his sniper against the side of the pelican. "Well currently were waiting for the jets to lose our trace and then when York and Florida get here were going back to HQ." North looked around to make sure no one else was listening "Look I know you and Katya have this close personal relationship but she got hit pretty bad back there. Theta has checked over her but I'm not sure on her chances. Just thought you should know."

@Legion-114 Victor shook within the confines of the shadow he was hiding in, accidentally causing it to become momentarily distorted. Damn... You... Vampire! The lurker in Mithias' shadow realized with dread that he had lost focus of the shadow walk he was attempting to cast. This fact was made worse by the presence of Gabriel. Shit. Not him. Shit. Fuck.

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Kane ignored Blood's comment, and continued following.

"In all honesty, I must confess, O'Neal here brought me to this place on business. A proposal to deal with waking up a pitiful excuse of Dracula's Son. In which I have no strong inclination to go wake up the failure of the first war." Bedivere picked up the chipped and cracked teacup to express his scorn towards the unworthy brew and glared at the still frightened out of his wits concierge to signal to find him another. "Therefore, no, I did not expect to be your family reunion or whatever it seems to be turning out into. The council is dwindling and only a few of us that matter are left on it now. Most of the Eastern vampires disappeared, hunted down. The Europeans are next, The last known vampire holding out Africa is in Egypt, retired to her Tomb and sealed shut with curses. South America, from what I've heard is also hiding in the mountains and jungle. As for North America, well..."

An interruption by a Doctor Church, of who Bedivere simply glanced at without as much of a word to the man. Not that he was addressed anyhow. As such no such courtesy was extended to Church. Though certainly the man was not as daft to think that O'Neal was not behind the Vampire halflings. Bedivere simply put the piece together, as Yamada held an large portion of the market, the given report from Church suggested biological warfare. Now, very few vampires have modernized to control a field in industry as far as Adam had in the biomarket. Hence unless some human was making metahuman vyrelings, it definitely had a touch of a vampire's hand in it. And given his reply, well did he think it would fool anyone? The commentary really should have been spared before Adam had a chance to examine the case, only an expert would cast his lot without experiencing it. A most unwise move.

As for the tickling sensation of Gabriel's presence. Bedivere chuckled, if Gabriel would and could probably read everything in his mind. Every intent and past action. Every bit of history he brought to the surface, layers buried deep. And he smiled. Knowing that Gabriel would find out something quite possibly disturbing. Very disturbing. Well other than the fact that Bedivere wanted to murder Gabriel and was well within distance to end it, yet found Gabriel useful enough for the time being to at least serve as a figurehead for whatever it was they wanted to try now. Oh and the fact that had been busy killing off the other Old Bloods behind the scenes. To which he envisioned a smile and let Gabriel see his own name on the bottom of the list. It was rather clear to the mind-reader that Bedivere really cared not for his little puppet show, nor for what his mouth would say next. For should Gabriel want to keep his little game, then he had better shut up and play at the table at last.

"You are one to speak O'Neal. For whereforth am I here but to answer your call to conspiracy? False promises and Betrayals you cry out? Well then, you can see why I have dire reservations to do so. You do not speak the entire truth yourself, nor do I, or anyone else here for we are creatures of the silver tongue. Gifted with guile beyond measure, but only so few of us know how to use it. Brother Mithias here is rather blessed to be immune to his father's lobotomies, and yet the Old Codger never mentioned Doctor Church here. So clearly even information is withheld from our own fledgings. Does this come as news or bother you O'Neal? Or have you in your lifetimes never quite understood the concept of the shadow war we live in? Had you the ability to probe my mind, you would see the truth in naked form, beautiful and deadly, enslaving but yet liberating.

I killed the Council. All those unworthy to remain, those cowards, Magnus and the Wolf, the Eastern vampires, Lady Natasha, my former European Allies, the Africans... The rest were hunted by the Purge, but I merely assisted in the thinning of bad blood. Removal of those who would tether us down in a war with cowardice and ineptitude. I am the porcelain plate to which they should streaked against, for if they cannot best me, they would fall against the humans like pearls cast before the swine." A moment's pause to take a drink of his newly acquired cup of hot tea from the passing concierge. "And you would also know there is but one key to his tomb. Not the three I lead you to believe existed. But the key is beyond the grasp of we Immortals. For a vampire which attempts to set a foot within the place the key is kept, shall be greeted with death. So try as you may, you shall need to send a human to fetch your key. And I shall let no such human pass my halls unless they are Knights of Camelot..."

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Mithias stood up from his one knee. Among all the vampires present, he had been the only one that had knelt. Of course he hadn't been affected by Gabriel's psychic commands, nor had he felt any fear of his father. He did it of his own volition. In truth, Mithias would confess anything to the antediluvian lord, even if it meant his own death, for so much did he owe the one that had given him the power to save his entire human legacy.

In any case, Gabriel would always find out the truth, one way or another. Mithias knew that anything he ever did or said in the presence of another mind was subject to his fathers review eventually, and that constant knowledge kept him quite honest. A steady gaze confirmed what Gabriel had read from Bedivere's memory.

Nonetheless, the son's gesture was sincere, especially now that Mithias stood in witness of something he thought he would never see, that his self-indulgent, heartless, and cowardly father had been moved into action. A light had been sparked in those ancient, grim eyes, and Mithias knew that he had been the one to ignite it. It was incredible, stunning, and he was proud... yet at the same time, a bolt of terror ran through the young vampire. A fear crept up in the back of his throat, threatening to to be spoken aloud, that he had inspired this great god to put his own life at risk. If Gabriel was killed by joining this stupid war, then it would be Mithias' fault. That was something Mithias didn't think he could live with. He had to protect him.

Learning that Church was his brother by blood was also surprising. Mithias beheld the wheelchair bound vampire in new light and with new concern. Perhaps he was a bit of a self righteous jerk, but Mithias held family in unfairly high esteem. The news made him even more curious as to the Director's origins, especially in regard to his permanently injured condition. It was like the scar on his father's countenance, the one that he kept hidden from all eyes and never spoke of. Mithias would never dare ask about it, for the sheer look of doom that followed any line of thinking in that direction was nightmare-inducing. Church had been vague about how he had been broken, but perhaps he would open up more honestly now to his "little brother."

Little time did Mithias have to dwell on that revelation when Bedivere dropped a fucking hammer. He turned around in true shock and blinked at the old knight in disbelief. "You, killed them??" Mithias had never thought that his brother knight would do such a thing, much less *could* do such a thing. Bedivere's lethality was far more than Mithias had realized, and had he not just been spared mere moments ago, even Mithias would have been struck more by fear than by confusion. His gold eyes flicked across Bedivere searchingly. Was Bedivere crazy? Angry? True, most of the vampires in the council were terrors to humankind and surely deserved their deaths, and true it was that the world was better off without them, but... What would become of vampirekind without elders to guide them? Mithias wavered between both sides of the argument. Perhaps destroying the vampires that had driven the war with humans had been for the best. Their warmongering had ultimately resulted in the decimation of vampirekind and might yet lead it its extinction. "There are so few of us left, and so many are so young and weak. I fear for our survival, dear brother. Was there no other way?"

Centuries ago, Mithias would have dreamed of doing the same thing, to rid the world of the most powerful and heinous vampire lords, yet now, with the wisdom of time and reflection, did he see the folly in that goal. Bedivere and the Purge were far better at vampire-hunting that Mithias had ever been. He knew what Bedivere's answer would be. Culling the worst of their own was the only way.

Mithias looked back to Gabriel, hoping for an answer, an explanation, to be brought up to speed and included in his sire's plans. He had so many questions.

Then, suddenly the flicker of a presence very close to him triggered Mithias to spin and target his shadow. His white clawed hand shot out into the blackness, and without a word or any hesitation, he grabbed the neck of Victor and yanked him upward to dangle before everyone in his grasp. Mithias narrowed his vivid yellow eyes at the shadow walker in contemptuous curiosity.

@Wraithblade6 Victor was very uncomfortable right now. He returned Mithias' stare with a playful smile, but a malicious glint shown through in his eyes. "Boo?" How easily he had been lured out of hiding, especially when the game was getting so much more interesting. Victor began subtly moving his left hand in strange motions.

@BurningCold

"Who are you?" He set Victor down.

@Wraithblade6 Victor grins with an open mouth, showing off his sharp canines. "Who... are you? I recognize several faces in this crowd," he glances at all of the vampires around him, his gaze lingering on Bedivere, Adam, and especially Gabriel, before returning back to Mithias. "But I don't recognize you. I guess I haven't been getting around much lately." The shadow walker simply shrugs. Victor's hand continues to move in cryptic motions.

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Gabriel briefly nods at Chantelle to acknowledge her presence. Whilst she was not as well-known as many of the others in this room, her psychic capabilities were certainly impressive. She would be an important ally in the battles to come. For Gabriel suspected Bedivere would continue to be a problem, obstructing his plans for the future. It was important to gather as many powerful Oldbloods as possible under him, so as to solidify his divine right to rule.

"There will be no need for that, Church." Gabriel smiled at his eldest as he pronounced his loyalties. "The Purge thrive on desperation, the more of a threat you pose the more power they gain. For every man they lose, ten more are recruited. The recent vampire swarm has revived the fear of us in the hearts of man, and I believe the Purge are more powerful now than ever. Should you continue to grant them a target, to pronounce you vampire terrorists, they will continue to garner the support of the people." He raised a hand, and the curtains opened themselves (Mithias noticed Gabriel had simply mind-controlled a nearby servant into opening them, and then prevented the others from seeing the servant). Outside stood an army of vampires in organized lines, hands raised in salute. They were fledgelings, and yet they were perfectly organized into a fighting force.

"I have arranged a small army of my own. Our two forces will join, and share strengths. I will use my own powers to grant your soldiers experience they could not have lived in a hundred lifetimes, multiplying their combat capability. And you will provide my men with power armour, vastly increasing their defence and survivability. This armour will further protect them from the Holy Vapour and conventional fire employed by the Purge." Gabriel gestured, and the curtains closed once more. "In order to kill a serpent, you must crush it's head. We will destroy the Pope of Flames and Kami no Kage, the two leading figures of the Purge. Without their leadership they will fall apart, and will no longer form a threat to us. It is only through one, decisive strike that we may win this way."

"Now, Adam. I think we can all agree that it's more than fair for you to share your toys with the class." Gabriel's smile took on an element of malevolence, a sadistic glee in potential future events. "After all, it is your failure that has thrown my plans into disarray. For your army of fledgelings has caused the humans to unify behind the Purge, and vastly increased their combat potential. Your did not protect them from the Purge's specialist weapons, and as such they were doomed from the beginning. Even those cities you managed to conquer were destroyed through a combined effort of the Purge and Hive." Gabriel's eyes narrowed, and Adam could feel his hands trembling as they moved independently from Adam's own wishes. They seemed to move towards his own throat, before once more dropping to his sides.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm a friendly fellow, am I not? And if you can agree to play nice, and share your toys, we can all agree to let you keep your favourite organs. Because as you suggest, even great failures can be forgiven, right?" Gabriel's gaze was cold and threatening. Adam would join in their efforts, or he would die right here. Betrayal was not an option, even the thought of betrayal might get him killed as he stood under the gaze of Gabriel. Not a single secret could be kept from the self-proclaimed Vampire God. "Furthermore, do not doubt my capability to retrieve your little friend. After all, Bedi here has the key. And I have the means to control anyone into retrieving it."

After having dealt with these issues, Gabriel turned his gaze to Bedivere, who seemed to be smugly enjoying the situation. Gabriel chuckled softly as Bedivere spoke of his secrets. "My oh my, bragging so smugly of your own failures? Truly, the pride of a knight is nothing more than a word, easily lost in the face of defeat." Gabriel's grin disappeared as he glared over at Bedivere. "Like an infant with delusions of grandeur, you place yourself above those your elder, far wiser than you. And even as you lose the silly war you yourself initiated, you throw your little temper tantrum, striking out at those around you. You truly are nothing more than an angry infant, unwilling to accept his own faults and placing the blame on all those around him. It is your own foolishness and your own incapability that lead us to defeat, and the failure of the war rests on your shoulders, child."

Gabriel gave a moment for his words to sink in, in this unusually serious tone. Of course, in reality he did not think so harshly of Bedivere, nor did he believe that the old knight was solely responsible for their failures. But those who think themselves to be above others must be taught to be humble, and Bedivere's ego threatened to generate it's own gravity well. "Your power in this world is second only to three others on the planet, and yet you continue to squander it as a fool would. You are lucky that I'm a big fan of forgiveness, after all, the mistakes of an infant cannot be held against it. For if I were to judge as harshly as you do, then I would strip you of your title and power. I would leave you nothing but a delusional wreck, doomed to relive his own failures for eternity in his own broken mind." Bedivere might be proud, and Gabriel knew such insults would anger the knight. However, there was no mistake who was in power here. In other circumstances, perhaps the Knight of Avalon might have defied him. But in a direct confrontation, there was no hope for victory. Bedivere's physical prowess were nearly unmatched in the world, but he could not stand up to Gabriel's psychic capabilities.

In his momentary anger, Gabriel had managed to forget about Victor. He had of course realized the shadow walker was present, as he sensed all thinking minds. However, he had chosen not to act on this knowledge. The boy would come forth when he felt like it. "Ah, another hungry guest has emerged. Allow me to extend my hospitalities, Victor. There is blood and wine if you wish it, of whatever flavour you might prefer." Gabriel smiled at his new arrival. "And then, I might have a mission for you to perform. After all, every vampire has their part to play for the new world order, do they not?"

"Yes, I killed them. I am certain as O'Neal would tell you, cancerous tumors are removed with a sharp knife." His reply to Mithias was short, reasonable enough. "I only hope that you do not become anything like your Father here, and while I am not too keen on addressing the Doctor, I suppose one of you will take after him..." To which he turned to Gabriel with a expression upon is visage, so remarkably elitist that it only could be described with the fourth-wall breaking meme below:



"Please Gabriel, the pot calls the kettle black. If I recall, you did nothing to fight in our war, so why start now? You merely predicted our failure to which, must please you to no end. And yet, you are a prime example as to why we are in such a sorry state. Elders like yourself, megalomaniac with delusion of their own self-worth, failed to lift a finger in battle. They did nothing, hardly riding out into battle themselves and taking the frontlines, but merely grasping at the threads to sequester more power for themselves once the war was over. Did they pride themselves on being immortals? Only to squander away their lives as reclusive hermits not giving a damn about the rest of their kin? They were cowards, who preferred their own lives to the lives of thousands of others, of their own fledglings and brotherhood. They had all the power in their grasp to crush the rebellious humans, and yet they did not. They absolute sat on their laurels and watched the vampire world waste away, and you Gabriel you old Codger are the king of them all. So speak all you want against my actions, while your own list of failings grows. How long has it been since you actually gave a damn outside of your own desires?

I have lived for scant a millennia and I have done more toward reaching the vampire world than you have done in your entire lifetime you fool. Your list of faults dominates the planet for not having acted sooner, your powers are squandered away on acquiring base carnal needs, so save your breath, you will need it to inflate your date later this evening will you not? You sit upon your unworthy throne and judge the rest below, but like a tyrant king you do nothing to the plight of your kinsmen, and what Knight would I be not to oppose your unjust rule? You are the child who believes himself king between us, truly nothing more than an suckling infant, unwilling to stop breastfeeding off his mother's breast and expecting others around him to feed him so that he may live without a cause to do anything else. The King of vampires indeed, as he proclaims his own title to feed on the vampires himself!

So make your little speech and go on your ego trip. Whilst we call you Gabby, no one wants to listen to a useless old man who should have died long ago ranting about how the younger generation is doomed. Those flightless birds lay eggs and will for their eggs to fly. But I can see through your clever charade for what you truly are. Behind the mask, peel back the years, and idiotic mania, you are a failure. Chasing after what you cannot obtain to satisfy you. You hide beneath your veils, running away from the inescapable. You are only alive because I have others more worthy to execute, but soon my list will grow shorter with your lifespan you Codger. So run little boy, leave the table to men."

Bedivere calmly and openly mocked Gabriel yet again. Sipping the cup of tea which was far better this time around. His reactions however thus far have been rather muted, given the number of vampires in the hotel. Although certainly they may have noticed the tides around the island beginning to claim more beachfront. The humans in Hawaii may have been unaware to their coming doom.

"Gabriel, although you are able to see my plans you are blind to their purpose." Adam said as he turned the nearest TV screen to a secure camera feed that showed a molten mess that was once Pittsburgh. The feed then rewound, showing a blinding light descend from the skies and melting away earth, steel and flesh. Adam gave a small, satisfied smirk.

"The point of my 'toys' was to show how useless that they are in sense of combat. Perhaps two hundred years ago you would have been able to conquer the world with an army, Gabriel. But now in this age of technology, you are nothing but a dinosaur. This orbital weapon as the ability to even kill you. I should know because Yamada helped fund its construction. However, these outbreaks also showed me how humans can be used. Pittsburgh was purposely given the most intense strand and had the highest outbreak ratio and HIVE didn't hesitate to fire their new weapon. Which if I'm correct..." Adam paused to look at his phone as he scanned through the different files. "Is only at 57% Operational status. Now, what would happen if Hive were told that date and location of the next upcoming council meeting?" Adam cleared his throat.

"Now Gabriel, even those under any Vampric influence will be destroyed by the prison. I had sent a human thirty years ago who strangled himself with his own intestines before he even got to the front gate. In short a pure human would be needed. Whom I have already laid my hands upon and charmed them without the use of my... abilities."

Adam then looked at Victor.
"And what a fine young vampire we have here. Please stop waving your hand, you look like a pansy."

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Victor chose to ignore Adam. Young? Far from it, child. He also deigned to turn his attention away from Mithias and towards Gabriel. "I prefer to work for my food, thank you. But what is this about a mission? I find myself bored more often than not nowadays."

Silver turned back into her human form. It was strange, the feeling she had when she did so. It seemed harder than before. Shaking her head, she began to walk. She didn't care the direction. Her head began to spin some, her stomach sending out fits of anger at her. As she walked, Silver delved into her own thoughts to pass the time. Why was she made? She once overheard something about vampire parent? Did she have one? Who's DNA is in her?
Silver did not know how long she had been walking until she came along a house. It was small, surrounded my a large area of fences. The smell of animals was in the air, but Silver resisted the urge to kill. Smiling, she looked down at her bare feet. She hadn't done that in a long time.

Allison stared at North with confusion written all over her face.
"Close.. personal relationship? You mean like Colleagues? Well, I appreciate it that you told me about her current state. Make sure to tell me when she made it or not, I hope she will make it... However I have a question, why exactly are we fighting the Purge? I hope there is a good ass reason to it if you expect me to stay."

North looked at Allison. The truth was Freelancer were a volunteer organisation they each had they're own motives for fighting the purge. "Well you see. We all have our reasons but we had no army to fight under. Hence volunteering for freelancer. Me and south joined because of our pilot. She raised us and well we grew up as freelancers. Wash had nothing left after the purge killed his family. And that's about all I know. The Director keeps himself to himself so I have no idea why he does what he does"

Mithias stepped back from Victor, not trusting the crazy looking vampire who kept waving his hand around oddly. The creeping shadow stalker didn't even give Mithias an answer to the question of his name. Yet Mithias was used to such discourtesy and wouldn't ask again. He owed nothing to one who gave him nothing.

Chantelle strode up to Gabriel's side, giving a soft hiss at the others to show her claim to him. She seemed to be enjoying her association with those of power and influence, which was practically wrote for her. Mithias had never known his father not to indulge a beauty. Gabriel was an actor, and one of the roles he played so well was gracious host. It was one of the roles Mithias would rather see him play, compared to some of the things he could become.

Heavily, Mithias sighed inwardly at Gabriel's use of false magic in dramatically opening the window, but his facepalm was cut short by what he saw on the other side. Gabriel was far more involved than Mithias had imagined. Not only was he sharing his obfuscated home with all other vampires, but he also had created a small, yet expert army for use against the Purge leaders. He had wisely refused the plans of lesser leaders of vampirekind in the past, and instead had used the time to learn, create, and come up with a far more strategic plan for destroying the Purge, to cut off its head, as he had said. All this, he had prepared on his own, using of course the gifts that only he had possessed among his kind. It almost brought a tear to his child's eye that his maker wasn't such a shameful recluse.

Mithias' thoughts reeled as the verbal attacks began flying. He cast a hand over his head and through his hair as he paced several steps in contemplation. Bedivere and Gabriel both meant the world to him, and here they were nearly at each other's throats in the same room together. Mithias listened to each of them, his elders, until the not-so subtle death threats were too much to take.

He turned back sharply and lifted his hands. "Gentlemen, please. My friends, my family..." Mithias remained calm, and continued very seriously speaking to the house that had gathered before him. "It is not Bedivere's fault that this war has as of yet been lost, father. But it is also not any more my sire's fault for turning his back than any other vampire lord who did the same. Many vampires failed to hold up their ends after the last council meeting, and Gabriel of course, with his ability, would have known that was going to happen. But now, for whatever reason, I myself still cannot even believe it, but Gabriel has decided to take action. The Purge have perhaps finally become a big enough threat to force our treacherous kind to truly unite, or die forever. I believe one as old and as wise as my father would know this, and if he has gone so far, with his unique insight, to amass a strikeforce and a plan a precise attack, then we should join him. Do you not realize? We face extinction! And what better leader do we have than one who can read the minds of our enemies? The Purge is a threat that unites us all. We can thin our numbers on our own and squabble over our domains after the Purge have been undone, but we must deal with them now.

Adam, although you marvel at human technology, the HIVE weapon is no threat. Without knowing where to point the orbital laser, it is useless, and in addition, it needs an operator. Finding out who can control the weapon wouldn't be hard for our kind, and a mere human could be killed or enslaved easily. HIVE will fall once Kami and the Pope of Flames are killed and the Purge crumbles. Please forgive my father's 'insistence,' but he is not used to... discussion. You should have the right to chose your own path, but logically you have a far greater chance of success by joining us. Gabriel has already offered to assist you in recovering Alucard in return for your aid. I don't see why working with Church to enhance our technology would cause you any loss."

Victor seemed to be on board, although he seemed potentially to just be in it for funsies. Chantelle seemed to be aligned to whoever the winning team would be. Hank hadn't yet said anything, and Church had already thrown in. Mithias looked to Adam and particularly to Bedivere to see their reaction.

His brow furrowed slightly, not knowing anything that Bedivere could possibly be thinking. He asked imploringly. "What say you dear brother? Will you combat this threat with us?"

York

York grabbed the hand of Erick and was pulled back up to a standing position. "So um we better get going then. The pelican isn't gonna wait forever "

Victor ceased the movement of his left hand, which was now holding a dart made of pure darkness. He squinted as he tossed the dart at a dart board made of the same substance. "Bulls eye!" Victor looked over his shoulder at Mithias, already having forgotten about Gabriel's offer. "Couldn't have worded it better myself." Another dart appeared in Victor's hand as he glanced at Gabriel. "Wanna play?" He threw that dart at the board without waiting for an answer, just as another one appeared in his hand.

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Darius had been wandering for hours, he had nowhere to live or go, and he felt like he was stabbed several times, finally, he collapsed to the ground, without doubt that he may be moments away from death.