((This story is set in Oklahoma. Because I think the name sounds funny. No other reason.))

The city of Oklahoma was seemingly quiet in the middle of the night. To the unaware observer, the streets were empty. However, Oklahoma had a quite active nightlife of vampires, beings who did not need sleep like humans did. Occasionally, a businessman or late-night party-goer would walk the streets, and usually they got home just fine. But it was a hunting night, and something was in the air. A kind of tension, suffusing the night sky, drawing out even those who would forego hunting. The feeling that something was about to happen, that this would be the next scene, that a new story would start here.

There was an unusually strong SOLDIER presence in the area. Tips had shown a known Stage Two Vampire, former Fergus O'Brian, seemed to be hiding out in the area. This vampire was responsible for a variety of murders, and SOLDIER had mobilized several squads to attempt to capture this superhuman threats. heavily armed and armoured, these people were equipped for battle. And their presence only added to the feeling of foreshadowing, of things yet to come.

How the story unfolds from here, depends on those involved.

The plan was simple, 2 teams were sent out to contain the threat of the Stage 2 Vampire. That meant that 20 fully armoured SOLDIER personnel were roaming Oklahoma's streets. The first team would sweep the main roads and were armed with heavier ordnance ready in case the vampire decided a full frontal assault on the teams was a good idea, meanwhile the second team were to keep the back streets and alley ways clear and were armed with the Standard SOLDIER gear. A final squad had been deployed alongside the other two teams this squad only contained 5 members and were tasked with keeping Civilians clear of the situation area and inside buildings.

Katya was part of the first squad deployed. she was to run their part of the operation, it was her first Op in charge after her promotion and she was nervous. she had taken down Stage 2 Vampires before but she had always been given orders, this time it was different. This time she was giving the orders, she had to make sure they were the right orders for the safety of herself. Her team. and the Civilians counting on her to contain the threat.

"Alpha two through ten report in" she called out waiting for a response from her Squad. "Alpha 2 Standing by, Alpha 3 Standing by, Alpha 4 Standing by, Alpha 5 Standing by..." this continued until all ten of her squad had reported in. "Delta, Report in" she said down the comm channel waiting for a reply from the Civilian Containment team. "Delta Team standing by. All Civilians contained in the safety of their Homes". Katya let out a sigh of relief, the civilians should be relatively safe now. "Bravo Team Report in."

A few Minutes passed with no response from the other team. "Bravo Team Report in". nothing. there was no sound at all. "Bravo one, SITREP Over" the radio crackled into life "were good Alpha 1, bad connection where we just were. We're En Route to you Location now." Great, the vampire hadnt even turned up and there were already things going wrong. she just hoped this wasnt a sign of how the rest of the night was going to g.

Two Oklahoma City patrol cars had pulled up to one of the city's many warehouses. This particular one was mostly storing lumber and other construction goods. "You get the call too?" One of the officers asked to the officers in the other squad car. "Ya, screams and gun shots." The officer looked uneasy. "Look, if this is one of them vampire cases those soldier guys are just a call away, I mean they're here for a reason man." The first officer looked annoyed as he grabbed a shotgun from the trunk of the patrol car. "Hey, this is our city, we got to do our job still." He checked to make sure the gun was loaded. "And not everything single thing that happens at night is a fucking vampire, so get your balls together and let's go in and take care of this before someone else gets hurt." The second officer still looked uneasy. "But what if man?" The first officer sighed, "If we find out it's a fucking vampire we will call in soldier, or we will light it up depending on the situation. That okay with you sir shits his pants?" "Fuck you too asshole, this is a reasonable thing to be scared of here!" The first officer looked over to his partner, then back to the second officer. "Fine, you don't want to go in, well go in and you can baby sit the cars. Will that do for you?" The officer didn't want to look like a coward in front of his fellow officers, though he feared death more then what ever these guys could do. "Fine, I'll guard the cars. But ten minutes and I am calling soldier in. Got it?" The first officer just chuckled, then he and the other officers worked their way into the building.

It wasn't even a minute before he heard the first shot go off. "BOOM!" Shotgun, then several other shots, small arms. The officer held his sidearm to the door to the warehouse, then he looked at the gun then back to the patrol car. "Fuck this." He ran back to the car and got onto the radio. "This is officer Fredrick Johnson of the Oklahoma city police department, I am requesting back up at my location. I am a..." He looked up long enough to see a figure standing in the doorway to the warehouse. He couldn't see a face, but what he could see was the missing arm. And the reflection of the headlights off the officer's badge. "Oh shit..." He dropped the radio and ran out to the other officer.

Before Fredrick could make it to the other officer something had pulled him back in the warehouse, it sounded almost like a chain, no, it definitely was a chain. One of those big industrial chains, pulled his own partner right into the warehouse again. "AAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhhh......" He screamed well being dragged into the old building. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit!" Fredrick did in a muffled crying fashion. He had to do something, he could go in and save his partner, and best friend, or he could take the car and run now, let someone else handle it. That would work right? Fredrick turned around to run to the car, only to be face to face with what seemed like a skeleton of a man. Standing maybe an inch under the officer, in a old torn suit, and eyes solid black. "Boo." The person said calmly as the officer ran for his life. But the only place he had to go was inside. he didn't make it far before he was hit over the head, knocking him clean out.

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It was only a couple hours later by the time Fredrick woke up, he was in a small room with one of the other officers. The same one he had been arguing with before they entered. The room was about 12 by 12, broken glass and debris lay all over the floor, and his fellow officer soaked in blood, he was shaking in the fetal position in the corner of the room. A light came on, revealing a window which a silhouette could be seen on the other side. "Now my boys, same rules as before, winner gets to go home, loser does not. Is that understood?" Fredrick was too much in shock to speak, though the other officer seemed so scared he had to talk. "NO! I ALREADY PLAYED! I ALREADY WON! I GET TO GO! I GET TO GO HOME!" The figure on the other side of the glass started laughing. "My dear boy, I said the survivor gets to go home. Not the survivors. Proper grammar kid, gotta learn it. It could be the difference between life or death." He paused. "Actually, that's exactly what's going on here. Huh. Isn't that funny! I'm teaching you so much!" he said in a cheerful manner. "Now, if neither of you want to fight, that's fine, I get it, not everyone has it in each other to kill others." Fredrick was finally piecing the situation together. "What? kill each other? Are you kidding me!? No way! We are not going to kill each other for you amusement!" "Oh I get that, I totally do, but if you don't... I am just going to kill you both, and get replacements after I am finished ripping you to ity bitty pieces. Let the games begin."

Fredrick looked over to the other officer in confusion, though as soon as he did the second officer was charging him with a piece of glass, with a look that resembled both fear and anger. Fredrick dodged him for what seemed like forever, and after trying to reason with his fellow officer, after getting stabbed and slashed multiple times he fought back, though Fredrick was in much better condition then his fellow officer. Despite his own injuries Fredrick kicked him in the chest, then tackled the officer. Soon starting to beat his head into the solid stone ground. Over and over until he was not only motionless, but until the head was almost completely caved in. "That wasn't so hard? now was it?"

Officer Fredrick Johnson left the warehouse, covered in blood, scratches, and stab wounds. He limped to the Patrol car and sat in the driver seat, tears rolling down his face. He grabbed the radio and turned on the channel. "This... is officer Fredrick Johnson... Of the Oklahoma City Police Department. I need backup... At my location... I am at the Oklahoma city... Construction reserve..." He stopped talking for a moment to let out a silent cry. "Officers down..." He cried out. "...officers down..."

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Fergus sat in one of the offices to the warehouse. He laid out the collection of blades across "his" desk and started debating which blade he was going to use when the tanks rolled in. He selected a 7 foot blade and a few throwing blades. "Let the games begin." He stood up and left the office, the largest of the blades being twirled in his hands.

As SOLDIER began to sweep the city a call came in on Delta Teams Radio. "This... is officer Fredrick Johnson... Of the Oklahoma City Police Department. I need backup... At my location... I am at the Oklahoma city... Construction reserve... Officers down... officers down..." "Alpha 1 this is Delta. we got a call coming through from an Officer Near the Construction Reserve. Patching you through now." Katya had hoped no one would have attempted to go after the Vampire. "Officer Johnson, This is Staff Sargent Moreno of SOLDIER. we've received your call for assistance. We're sending a squad over now. Do you mind telling us what happened until we get there"

Wynona greedily injected the new needle into her arm, savoring the pinch as it slid into her vein. She slowly pushed the heroin into her system, waiting for the high to come. "Maybe this time it'll actually fucking work, Rod," she hissed across the room at her dealer.

He turned, a blunt hanging loosely from his lips. He held his hands up in surrender. "It ain't my fuckin' fault that we got a bad batch."

Wynona rolled her eyes and turned to stare at her arm, as if she could will the high to finally reach her brain. Her fingers twitched impatiently while Rod stared out the window of the shady apartment, his eyes fixated on something in the dark. Wynona let out a harsh groan of frustration, her nerves on edge. She grabbed the needle and threw it against the wall with all her might, the needle shattering on impact. "It's not working!" Rod shushed her childish behavior, her posture growing stiff. "Shut the fuck up, you cheap ass son of a--" Rod silenced her again before pointing at something pulling up in the streets below. Wynona huffed and walked up towards the window, leering from behind the blinds. A cop car slowly pulled down the street before stopping in front of a warehouse.

"Shit," he muttered before grinding his blunt into his ash tray and turning to start stuffing his shit into a bag. "They're here for me," he declared.

Wynona rolled her eyes and balled her fists. Her stomach shifted and groaned. She had tried to eat normal food, but all she did was puke it out later. She had taken to drugs to try to satisfy her hunger. "Get the fuck over yourself, Rod," she snapped as she watched the two cops stand outside of the warehouse and argue. "They're going in the warehouse, you dumb fuck." Wynona unconsciously rubbed the two puncture in her neck as she watched the exchange between the partners. Rod mumbled wildly to himself about being caught again and having to go back to prison, but Wynona paid no mind. One cop walked back while the other stayed, his gun ready. Wynona stared at the man walking back. She turned back to Rod, ready to bitch at him when suddenly a boom rattled through her bones and echoed in the streets. She nearly jumped from her skin. She pressed her face to the window as she watched a dark figure with a wicked smile dragged the cops inside the warehouse before shutting the doors closed, the creaking sounds resonating in her ears.

"Rod," she whispered, her heart racing. "Rod." She pressed her palm to the glass as she helplessly gazed at the warehouse doors. "Rod, I think this batch is sour. I'm fucking hallucinating." Suddenly, the sickly sweet tang of blood pierced the air, filling her senses. Her mouth began to water as the scent grew stronger and stronger, captivating her attention. "Rod."

She turned, her mind going blank as her new instincts kicked in. Before the cracker drug dealer could even blink, Wynona's teeth were on his neck, greedily sucking his lifeblood.

Hank woke up to his RV shaking again, it had been rocking back and forward all night. "Dammit" He said as he crawled out of bed half dressed and sleep deprived. He walked over to the kitchen area and kicked the floor several times. "Shut up already some people are trying to sleep Asshole!" The rocking stopped for a moment, then started back up again. "Yeah fuck you too."

Hank went over to the old coffee machine and attempted to pour himself a cup, the pot fell on the floor and the cup in his hands was half full by the time Hank had started, the rocking was really starting to get on his nerves. "That's it, going to end this now. Coffee or no coffee someone is going to die." Hank drank his half cup of coffee to attempt to keep a level head, he hated finishing a job well unfocused.

Hank opened one of the cabinets inside the RV. Inside was a collection of shotguns, pistols, knives, machetes, even a couple rifles. "What to use today?" He wanted an idea of what he was going to use before he got dressed. Then he looked at what he was wearing. "Brute force it is." Hank went over to his bed and removed the mattress, underneath it was a collection or armors and blades, and a colt .45 revolver, with a loose box of ammo next to it. Hank put on his favorite armor, a thick Kevlar armor with edged ridged, designed to catch blades and or claws, forcing his opponents into an undependable position, or force them to do a fast amputation well stuck to Hank.

Hank walked out of the RV wearing his armor, some basic limb guards, and his machete in hand. The RV was parked in the middle of nowhere, he could fire his shotguns for hours and no one would find him where he was. "Let's get this over with then." Hank held a TV remote in one hand, and his blade in the other. He pushed a button on his remote and a small door to one of the RVs storage compartments opened up. Out came a young vampire, who looked like had been starved for a while. Hank wasn't sure which blood line she was from, but what he did know is that vampires have at least one common trump, remove the head, they'll stop.

Hank stood with the sun to his back, and the vampire to his front. She charged Hank, he replied with a sidestep temporarily blinding her, then he kicked, and brought the blade down onto her neck. Many blades would have taken a few tried to cut through, Hank's blade cut clean through on the first try. Hank sat motionless as she fell to the ground.

Nothing happened for about five minutes, then Hank finally went to his knees. "I'm sorry. I wouldn't do this if I didn't have too. But we are two sides of an old coin. A coin that is poisoning our world. I know what you did, you don't know what I have done, but I bet you had an idea when you came at me. Sooner or later the world was going to catch up to us both for what we have done, I'm just speeding it up a little. Call me a hypocrite if you want. But I know my time is coming, and I still have control of what I do." Hank stood up and carried the girl to a pre-dug hole. Hank attempted to set her down as gently as possible. Then he stood over the grave for a moment. "I know chances are you can't hear me, but I want you to know I don't like killing, if it wasn't for the fact I found your body storage, I probably would have left you alone thinking you were just a simple vampire trying to survive in a cold hard world." Hank walked back to the site of the execution and carried the head over, he put it in and started burying them both.

By the time Hank had finished, it was only a couple more hours until midday. Hank got into his RV and started his way to a small town nearby, he needed to restock some things and get parts for a project he was working on.

Ted entered the meetingroom. It was late, and he was late. A dozen or so older men pretended not to notice the time as the new hire researcher sat down and got himself settled. Finding this room on the top floor of Valiance Science hadn't been easy, and it sucked that most people had already gone home for the night, so he couldn't have asked for directions at the last minute. Nonetheless, Ted quietly caught his breath and tried to focus on what the presenter was talking about.

It was older guy, already with white hair. Certainly a PHD, and with really dorky glasses that were far too reflective. He spoke rather smoothly about Obscurum Sanguis, mostly the basics that Ted was already familiar with. This lecture seemed to be mostly an overview of "the infection" that Valiance was focused on. But the lecture was not the primary reason that Ted has skirted his way to this late night meeting. The company president was supposedly attending. Rumor had it, that he was himself infected.

Indeed there was a guy at the far end of the table who drew Ted's attention like a magnet. It must be him, Ted thought. Even sitting in his seat, the man looked tall. He was sharply dressed, with long dark hair tied back behind him, fingers laced in front of himself on the table and god forbid... reflective, light-framed, sunglasses. Ted's heart nearly jumped out of his chest and he coughed awkwardly, then suddenly wished he hadn't drawn so much attention to himself. The presenter paused, and Ted pretended not to have been looking away from the power point slides on the main screen. God it was a tense moment.

Finally, the lecture went on to its conclusion, and Ted couldn't remember a damn thing. The chill at the back of his neck was still there, and it was all he could do to mask it in front of others.

"Thank you for your presentation, my friend." The voice came from the man with the shades. He had been silent all this time. "It is critical that everyone present understands the nature of our research, especially now, for I have an important announcement to make. Valiance Research has contracted with Soldier in a mutual effort to further our understanding of Obscurum Sanguis and to eliminate the danger it poses to society, to our families. Soldier has agreed to provide us with captured live specimines." The various scientists in the room all gave a brief round of applause. "These will be devolved victims, of course, heretofor incurable, suffering individuals. 'Live' material is essential to our experiments. You will all be required to take OSHA safety training and sign waivers and oaths to humane treatment of the infected. Involvement will be voluntary, with commensurate paygrades."

Ted was staring at the chair as he spoke. Clearly, he was the new guy.

Dante looked out of the hotel window and Sighed. He had been talking to the locals about a Marine turned Vampire hunter in the area, by their calculations he should have been back by now. he knew that it wasnt a guarantee, but he hoped he could tag along with him and maybe find the bastard who burnt down his home. he turned back to his room and went over to the fridge and grabbed a beer. As he walked back over to the window he saw the guys RV pulling into town. "Damnit i just opened that beer aswell" he said slamming the beer down on the counter. He ran back to the bedroom and grabbed the gear he took with him and bolted down the stairs towards the reception.

As he reached the reception he took out 45 dollars and handed it to the receptionist. "Keep my room available for the next week. if im not back then clear out my stuff". he said as he darted out the door towards the RV. He ran out infront of it waving his hands to stop the van "Hey Stop, come on man stop Dude Seriously" then he stopped supprised to see who it was. "Hank?"

Officer Fredrick was trying to speak, but he had lost the ability to speak. He wanted to say that the others were dead, he wanted to say that he had no choice. But he couldn't. He just dropped the radio and leaned back in the driver seat, then shut his eyes. He woke up to a crash on his roof. "NO! NO! NOT ME NOT ME!" He reached in between the two seats where the shotgun sit loaded and ready for use. He braced the gun and started firing the slugs into the roof over and over until he had not only used up all the shells but the gun was clicking repetitively. No way anything could survive that, right?

Fredrick reloaded the shotgun and climbed out of the car, then he saw what had landed on the roof, he saw officer Douglass, his partner. The same one he saw get dragged into the warehouse. "Oh god!" Fredrick cried out. "I told you to leave mate, now I'm going to look like a dick for killing you." The voice came from behind Fredrick, he turned out of pure fear and fire the gun, blood splatting everywhere. Then he saw what he had shot, the fourth officer, he didn't know his name, what he did know is that he was strung up, he had no idea if the officer was alive or dead when Fredrick shot him, what he did know is that he missed his target. "[color=0054a6][/color]COME AT ME MOTHER FUCKER!" He fired the gun into the air. "COME AT ME!" He was running on adrenaline, he was thinking he could kill the monster now. "If you insist." the voice spoke in his ear. Fredrick turned to fire, though he was too slow, before he knew it he was chocking on his own blood, his through was gushing blood, he shotgun still in his one hand. He had enough sense to try and kill the thing still, though the shock was too much for his body, he soon went limp. His body supporting himself up well he sit on his knees, the shotgun sitting on the ground, still in his hand.

Fergus went back inside, licking the blood off his knife. Now he waited for SOLDIER to come for its turn. He left the three bodies outside, to give an idea for what the agents were likely to experience once they entered into the warehouse. Once inside, Fergus put some finishing touches onto what he would use to not only split up the agents, but pick them off one at a time.

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Hank pulled the RV into town, what he was planning on doing was restocking his supplies and getting parts for some of his projects. That... is not what has happened. Someone had jumped out in front of the RV, Hank's first reaction was to stop, then he remembered last time that had happened something had jumped through his windshield and tried to kill him, though this one seemed human. Then he saw the look of confusion on the person's face, then soon he was starting to get an idea of who it was. Someone he had worked with one time well in the Marines. Problem was he not only couldn't place a name, but Hank was having trouble figuring out how this person had found him. Hank put the RV in park and stood up heading tot he side door of the RV. He kept his .44 magnum in it's holster and stepped out.

At first it would have seemed like Hank was coming out to say Hi to an old friend, that... that was not the case though. As soon as Hank was in arms reach he laid his fist right into the man's face, then Hank brought him to the ground with his revolver pressed to his chest. "How the hell did you find me?"

Dusty hit the ground hard, he felt his nose break as hank had hit him. "Good to see you again too asshole" he said as he turned his head to the side and spat blood onto the sidewalk. he touched his upper lip and felt the blood pouring from his nose. "Heard about some Marine going after vampires after their family were killed at an airport by vampires. My condolences by the way. i got some information from some contacts i still had their. said this guy was working out of Oklahoma, so i set up shop here and talked to the locals about when they'd be back in town." he wiped the blood from his nose on his sleeve. "Never realised it would be you though. Look Hank, if you think im here to kill you or turn you in im really not. thing is they targeted me aswell. came back from my last tour to find my house ablaze." He turned and looked down the street "Look its not safe here. ive got a room in that hotel over there, come in and grab a beer and we can talk about this shit"

With Rod's blood still fresh on her lips, Wynona could feel a high slam through her chest with unrelenting force. Adrenaline flooded her veins. The junkie's blood tasted bitter and sour, but it was her first blood, so it tasted better than any nector or ambrosia that could've been sent by the gods.

The high fueled her instincts. She wanted to hunt. She wanted to fight. She wanted to kill. In the back of her mind, her human mentality was screeching at her to resist these new temptations. She stood from her kill and licked her lips. She turned to look back out the window, her curiosity peaking as her senses heightened. She could hear a police officer mutter to himself inside his car as if he stood next to her before his screams pierced her sensitive ears. She recoiled from the window, clutching her ears as the officer was murdered. His screams rung in her mind as her high slowly spoiled rotten into shivers running down her spine and an emptiness in her chest. More. She wanted more.

Without thinking, she ran downstairs and onto the streets, waiting for more people to arrive. She didn't want the bodies; they weren't fresh and were not her kills.

As Bravo team and Alpha team approached the Warehouses Katya saw woman stood out in the street looking at the cop cars. "Delta, i thought you had the town secured." "It is, everyone else is hostile. proceed with caution" Katya looked around before finally moving in on the woman "Excuse me madam, the town is currently in lockdown because of a stage two running around. would you mind telling me what your still doing out" the comms exploded with the voices of Bravo Team "Jesus Christ, Alpha Leader this isnt good we got a burnt up corpse here and several other bodies. this isnt good i dont like the look of this"

Wynona grinned wildly at the woman. She eyed her team and her neck, thirsting to take try and take her down like the nïave bitch she was. But, no, this was the other's territory, and she knew she would die in a fight against these soldiers. She shrugged nonchalantly. "It's a nice night and my father is many states away," she responded before flicking her eyes towards the warehouse. That man--that thing inside would be out soon and she wasn't sure if she wanted to be around with it, not when he would definitely claim most or all of these soldiers as his. But she stood her ground. She pointed towards the warehouse. "I believe you have business in there."

Magnus casually strolled through the town, the street he was on mostly abandoned. It was a nice night, hardly anyone on the streets aside from a random patrol group here and there. Surely they wouldn't notice a few missing people in all this mess right? The soldiers made great meals, after all. Magnus had already killed a few and stashed their corpses in an alleyway, perfectly hidden, not a word spoken over their radio. The perfect assassination.

He calmly strolled down the street, following a good ways away from a group heading towards an abandoned warehouse. He was curious as to why they were going. Probably hunting down a vampire for insulting their hair. He walked up behind the group and grinned, his teeth reflecting in the moonlight. "My my, what do we have here? A group of big bad scary soldiers harassing a poor little girl, hm?" Magnus spoke, as sarcastically as possible. The men in the back immediately turned towards him, aiming their various guns. "Oh please. I'm in no mood for any of that, I'm just enjoying the night. That's not a crime, is it?" Magnus spoke, shoving one of the guns to the side.

He walked slowly, the guns stayed trained on him. "Now then, surely this girl hasn't harmed anyone, hm? Judging by the look of out here, you have bigger problems." He said as calm as could be, despite a good 5 guns aimed at him. "Now then, what do you say I just escort her home and we all calm down? That sound nice?" Magnus grinned wider, in truth he could care less about the girl. He just loved pissing SOLDIER off, and killing them too.

The new man seemed menacingly sarcastic. With his wide, toothy grin, and his piercing eyes, she felt like a child again. He taunted the soldiers like they were old friends who quarled easily.

"Now then, surely this girl hasn't harmed anyone, hm?"

Wynona scuffed loudly at the remark. The man suggested escorting her home. "Home is back on the west coast, sweetie," she said. She didn't want to fuck with either of the vampires, in the warehouse or on the street.

@Wraithblade6
Dr Stine smiled brightly, as the mysterious boss-man gave his okay. Few groups were willing to let him play with the vampires, they were afraid he'd do something nasty. But he'd found a group with both the means and motivations to grant him the toys he needed, a desperate little vamp looking for a way to help his kin. It was certainly a noble venture, and like most other noble ventures, it could be easily twisted to meet his ends. If he was willing to give live specimens to him for his... work.... then there was no doubt he could use this fellow to gain access to resources and information previously out of his reach. He would create this cure he sought, and he would create many more wonders. And when he needed to, he'd have the vamp replaced by someone more easily manipulated.

He looked over the people gathered here, a group of fools and imbeciles with some semblance of reason. A good step better than the mindless swarm that was the rest of humanity. They'd be useless as researchers, of course, but they could serve as puppets. Eager ones, happy to serve him, happy to play their little ways into his hands. Within a year this corporation would be his.

"I'm glad to see plans are proceeding quickly. I of course will lead this project, and I'm glad to see we have some competent minds from across the world working on this. I'll be sure to brief you all on the progress I've made up until this point (as if they'd even understand it...) before we move on to the live subjects." He gave a brief, modest smile. The perfect image of the humble scientist, an image he'd carefully built up over the years. People liked a humble man. It allowed them to forget how horribly insignificant they were in the presence of actual intelligence. He gave a brief nod to the boss-man, as well. "And a solid thank you to the Varomere corporation. Without your assistance and generous sponsoring, it would have been impossible for me to continue my work. I'll be sure to deliver the results promised, and find a way to cure the subjects."

I am a vampire. :)

Hank slowly put the hammer back into place on his revolver, he hated people keeping tabs on him. "Give me a moment to park the RV." Hank got up holstering his gun. After Hank parked the RV in a back parking lot he went up to meet Dusty in his room. "What makes you so sure it's the same one? Vampires kill all the time." He was referring to the airport incident again. Though he didn't feel like mentioning that it was only him at the airport, his family was at the house when they were killed. Though news always travels awkwardly out here. Or anywhere to be honest. "Also? What makes you think that if they are the same vampires that you can get a better idea where this asshole is better then I can? Because I have been trying for years to kill this fucker and the closest I ever got was an abandoned estate back in Ireland." Hank sat down at the small table in the room and set down his revolver, taking it apart and starting to do a basic clean of its internals.

@Kurai Assassin

Dusty went over to the fridge and grabbed 2 beers. I read up on the case. Im not completely sure whether they are the same Vampire but i figured two heads are better than one, eh" he sat down at the table and passed a beer across to hank "And to answer your question on why i think i have a better lead. all you gotta do is look outside. SOLDIER are everywhere, do you really think theyd have that many units on the ground for a stage one."

Hank understood Dusty's point. SOLDEIR is never this active unless something is going wrong. And no stage ones were being active enough to draw all this attention, though Hank knew of some that had potential too. But this much off the books activity had to be someone independent, or a stage two... or worse. "So what's the plan? Follow SOLDIER around until we find the Vamp and hope we get it first?" Hank had stupider ideas in the past, he just wanted someone else to say the stupid idea so he wouldn't get blamed for it.