Dusty walked over to the window and looked out to the SOLDIER forces moving in on the warehouse. "We got two options, either A. we move in as a 2 man unit and clear it our after SOLDIER have weakened it or the less risky approach we follow SOLDIER in and use them as a distraction so we can get up higher in the warehouse to take shots at him" Dusty chuckled to himself "That is unless you got any contacts left that might have the odd explosives lying around"

@Kurai Assassin


Hank did have contacts with explosives, but explosives if they failed only had one shot, and would piss them off even more. And the only thing worse then trying to kill a vampire, is trying to kill a pissed off vampire. "Explosives may not be the best option. Though I may have something a lot easier to try and kill this fucker." Hank walked to the window. "Though we got to get the RV pretty close to the asshole." Hank had found out a lot about vampires over the years, he knew that removing the heads were over all the best way to kill any vampire. Though getting close enough to do that was never easy, not unless you found a way to keep one still long enough to do so.

Hank turned around to face Dusty. "Vampires have a much more... keen sense of hearing, actually most senses. But let's just focus on hearing for now." Hank started talking about his idea well moving his hands, he had been wanting to test this idea for some time, just never found a decent situation to use it in. "The downside to that hearing? They can hear really low pitches a lot easier then we can, they are also a lot more likely to take damage from those same low frequency noises. SO I figure, a low frequency sound wave going off on a constant interval, that should slow them down, if not kill 'em." This was all in theory, like before, never tested. "The reason it has to be constant though is because if they get a chance to heal from the damage that low frequency will cause then they will be just as pissed off. It'll be like someone trying to set off a small bomb inside your head."

Katya turned to the Older man then looked back to the younger girl "Sir, how i would like to let you both leave its simply not safe at the minute. ive got a squad around the corner helping any civilians get to a safe place. allow me to get them to escort the both of you home, please it would put my mind at rest knowing that the both of you are safe in your homes"

Poly sat alone in the dark of night, her eyes had large bags underneath and she yawns. She waits patiently for anyone or even anything to pass. Her face was covered by her cloak and her hair was down. Her face was invisible from beneath the hood to the naked human eye. She was cuddling her scythe to the point of extinction.

@Kurai Assassin Magnus scoffed at the mere thought of requiring help from BB pellet toting mongloids that were SOLDIER. "What if I told you...the warehouse was my home, I was the vampire, and you're all about to be dead in the next thirty seconds, hmm?" Magnus replied with a chuckle, raising his hands up in front of him. "I kid, I kid. I would never live in such a run down hell hole, much less even use it as a place to hide in. I mean, come on. An abandoned warehouse for a serial killer murder cave? How clichè, I'd much rather hole up in the nicest place in town, after killing everyone in it of course."

Magnus walked a little closer to Katya. "I can assure you miss...whatever the hell your name is, I'm more than capable of taking care of myself" he spoke. "And, as for your thoughts on me being 'old', I can assure you I'm not a day over twelve hundred and fifty two. That's just plain rude, an insult!"

He paced back over to Wyonna with a sigh. "But, I'll forgive you just this once, seeing as that boy in there will probably kill you all the second you step in. No point in holding grudges towards a dead person, now is there?" He said with a grin, exposing his fangs in the moon light.

"I would also never let a one of you step into my nice, clean house. Bringing your SOLDIER filth and stink into it, I keep a nice house you know. No place for sweaty sacks of meat that'll all die soon." He told her, smile still in place.

One raised a rifle, Magnus' expression instantly changed from that of a kind man to a beast ready to rip your throat out and he emitted a low growl. Slowly, the man lowered his rifle. "Good boy!" Magnus said, his cheerful expression returning.@Irisity

"And as for you, I'm sure you'll find my home more suited to your...needs..for the time being. In-fact, I'm sure it'll be a nice change from whatever outhouse you currently refer to as a living space." He spoke, turning to Wyonna.

In truth, he had made himself completely open to SOLDIER by turning his back on them. But, he was immortal, why did he care if their BB pellets shot him? Nothing short of being blown into little pieces would keep him down forever.

"suit yourself." Katya said Turning around to her two squads "Alpha team for up on that door, Bravo go around back and cover the entrances"

It had begun, things were going perfectly in favor of Fergus's plans. All he had to do was give it a... Push. He had heard the Old blood outside speaking, Fergus didn't give a shit what he thought. Fergus know what he was doing, Spreading fear among the humans. So Fergus waited for everyone to get into position, he held his blade, licking the sharp end in anticipation.

He heard the officer give the order to split up, one team in the back, one team in the front. Fergus sat waiting in the rafters with chains hanging everywhere, most of them had a use, just waiting to do their job.

Bravo team entered int he back, Once inside the doors slowly closed behind them. It was the falling shelf that jammed them shut that started worry among the Agents. "Welcome! To the Seventy Fifth Annual HUNGER GAMES!" Fergus screamed from the darkness of the rafters. Most the unit raised their weapons ready to fire, most looking up. The only one who didn't Private Greg Morrison. He turned just in time to see the steal rods come flying from the darkness at the unit. "GET DOWN!" he screamed as the rods flew over his head. He laid on the ground, and turned over to see the rods had impaled three of the SOLDIER agents. He stood up to run, only to stop. "Private Morrison! Get back in formation! Last thing we need is to split up." Said one of the other soldiers. Then when the private turned around, his slit neck was revealed. Only to leave the private falling to his knees. He died faster then it took for the shock to wear off.

The gun fire soon got intense, the agents shooting at anything that moved. Some tried to run to get out of harms way or to meet the other unit. All who left Fergus's kill box were killed by either friendly fire or by Fergus Dragging them off to the unknown of the dark warehouse. One of the remaining agents was attempting to force open the door, only to be met with machine gun fire from the darkness again. This was not something that Fergus normally did, he was not a fan of automatic weapons. Unless it helped his... "Cause". "Hold your fucking fire Friendlies here! Still alive! Stop fucking shooting!" More machine gun fire kept going, from multiple directions and rifles. Though what the Agents fail to realize is that it's only one direction at a time.

By the time there was only two left the soldiers were back to back, weapons leveled. The older of the two was level headed, he knew the only way to get out alive was to stay calm and take this thing head on. The younger one was not as calm, he was just following the older one's example. "When I say go, run like hell, and stay close. If I fall, keep going for the front. We are not going to make it on our own. Watch your fire, and be ready for anything." Fergus just waited, he only needed one alive for the end of the other team to take place.

The two started running, keeping close pace with each other. Then the older one screamed out in pain. He turned to see a 4 inch knife jabbed into his leg. He turned to shout for the younger agent to keep running, though two more blades came and hit him in the back of the neck, one sticking out his throat. The young agent kept running.

Fergus after his killing spree with Bravo team, taking place over the time of less then 2 minutes now sit overlooking Alpha team. Who is still trying to figure out what is going on. He needed at least one to make it out of the warehouse, he really didn't care which one though. "You are my sunshine, My only sunshine." Fergus did in his echoing voice through the rafters. "You make me happy, when skies are grey." Then the helmets started to fall. One at a time as he went through the lines. Then he started to finish the last line. "Please don't take.... My sunshine..." He stopped and smiled. "Away." He dropped the last helmet, this one soaked in blood like the rest. At that moment the last survivor from Bravo came upon Alpha team, his rifle blazing bullets into the Agents, no goal in mind, just shooting.

"What if I told you...the warehouse was my home, I was the vampire, and you're all about to be dead in the next thirty seconds, hmm?"

Wynona scuffed and rolled her eyes. It was obvious this thing was taunting his prey and if the woman and her little toy soldiers didn't figure it out soon, then hey were all dead, and she couldn't say she would be sorry about it.

The thing played with his food a bit more before coming to stand behind Wynona. Her heart raced and her lungs refused to work. She didn't know what veterans thought of brand new fledglings, but she felt not all could find newbies pleasant company.

"And as for you, I'm sure you'll find my home more suited to your...needs..for the time being. In-fact, I'm sure it'll be a nice change from whatever outhouse you currently refer to as a living space."

Back home, her father must have already set out a missing-persons notice for her. She knew with his forces and his fists full of cash, he would find her easily. But with this man, she would be swept under the rug, and finally her mother would weep for her wayward daughter. She grinned widely at the thought. "You're too kind, but I can't refuse," she murmured softly to @Shikaru as she watched the SOLDIERs turn their barrels towards the warehouse. The other one would be upon the SOLDIERs soon and tear them to bits.

as the agent came out and fired upon alpha team Katya dove for the nearest piece of cover there was. "ADAMS, STAND DOWN" she screamed as two agents lay flat on the ground riddled with bullet holes. the Agent didnt seem to stop. "Well im probably going to get a court martial for this" she said to the Corporal next to her. the both of them stood up and emptied a clip into Adams. the agent fell to his knees and collapsed. Katya went over to his body to collect his tags

Fergus did a muffled laugh as the human agents killed each other. "Cute, like always it ends with them all killing each other." Fergus stayed in the rafters, last thing he wanted to do was get lit up by the last eight agents. He wanted to get creative about how he killed the last ones. And he wanted to decide who to spare to get the message across. He could spare the one that radiated fear, he could do the loyal one, he could do the commanding officer, leave them with that guilt. He had his options.

Fergus had made up his mind on how to thin the numbers yet again. He couldn't use them against each other too much, he would get bored too fast. But he could still do all the damage he wanted, and then some.

The Agents had worked their way down the narrow pathways that made up the warehouse. As they went through the ally ways, what many didn't notice or over looked were the thin cables that lay on the floors under them. None of them live due to the power in the warehouse iffy at its best, though one person in the building had enough control inside the building to change that.

The power shot on, blinding many of the agents with the bright lights. Soon the wires under the agents went live, the agents were unaffected due to be grounded by their boots, but when the cables tightened and lifted them up, they were done. First it was just minor shocks, then the voltage jumped. Some lines were stronger then others, some only burned, others fried you until you were dead. Some of the lines tightened so much that when an agent got stuck with in them they were torn to pieces as the cables wrapped around them, not always dying. The ones that were still could run had two options, run, or try and save those were were still alive inside the wire traps.

The Cables began to move and tighten around the two agents who had taken point. Katya could see that this had been a big trap since they entered the building. she had a plan however. "Jones,Jackson,Smith,Taylor get the hell out of here. Hendricks on me we've got to do something to help Diaz and Martins." As the 4 Agents evacuated the building leaving Katya and Hendricks inside with Diaz, Martins and The 'thing'. she and Hendricks ran over to where the cables were and pulled out their blades. Hendricks dove straight in and cut Diaz out of the cables and escorted him out of the building. "Martins stay calm, ill get you out of here." as she started to cut at the cables she got caught by a shock and her hand erupted in pain. someone had electrified the cables. "Private Sam Martins. Enact protocol 1887. May you be remembered for your bravery and your sacrafice" The Private simply nodded and pulled the pin from his grenades "Sarge, Tell Taylor i love her and that im sorry i cant be there to protect her anymore." with his spare hand he reached into his pocket and threw down a small black box. "Give her that please" he pulled his tags from his neck and tossed them down to Katya. Katya ran out of the building to a safe distance. inside the warehouse the pins and the levers fell from the grenades around martins belt "Come on then Fucker. i aint Scared of you. when they come back to recover the bodies their gonna find my boot up your Ass"

Well damn: is what went through Fergus's mind as the agent pulled the pins to his grenades. Truth be told Fergus did not think about high grade explosives. What he did know is he could get out a lot faster then the agents, he could even slow them down along the way. They had even split up again! This... This was getting a mix of fun, and difficult for him. Truth be told he didn't like attention, though he loved making humans scared shit less.

Four agents had split off from what seemed like the leader of the unit. He had killed enough to make his point already, though no reason to not do a little damage along the way. Fergus tackled one agent from out of the darkness, with speed that soon brought him and the other agent back into the darkness. All the last three agents could hear was the scream of their fallen brother in arms. Fergus did the same thing to them again, though this time they were more ready. As he brought the last one to the ground the other two opened fire on him, the machine guns tearing into everything on his side of the darkness, including what he was hoping would be his hostage. He soon took cover with out his new dead hostage, and with a few bullet holes as well. "Fuck, shit, damn!" He screamed as he made sure the wound were manageable. His next attempt at gaining a hostage worked fine, the last agent didn't have the fire power to stop him, and his hostage was still alive.

As the agents all left and the explosions went off, Fergus sat on the roof top of the building across the street. He had killed many of the agents, many in a kind of boring fashion but some were kinda fun. He sat on the ledge with his hostage hanging from one hand and the Agent's side arm in his other hand. "Oh god no!" The agent screamed as he gained consciousness to see his situation, he was at least four stories in the air only being held on by Fergus's grip. "Agents of Soldier! Which by the way is the stupidest name for an agency, I mean I keep thinking Soldiers of Soldiers. Like.... What the fuck?" Fergus stopped to think about this, then put himself back on track. "Not the point, the point is someone else in your squad is dying tonight. Either this poor bastard is dead or one of you volunteers to take this poor bastard's place. So who's it gonna be?" Fergus sat and smiled as he looked down upon the agents.

Katya

"We're done playing your games. Im sorry Jackson" Katya turned to walk away. She grabbed taylor and pulled her away. as they made it back to Delta team she turned to taylor and passed her the box that Martins had given her "Martins asked me to give this to you. He made the ultimate sacrifice and you two deserved each other" Taylor opened the box and inside it contained a ring and a small note which read 'Dear Lizzy, if your reading this note then it means that i have passed on before i could give you the ring. i was going to ask you to be my wife, i wished i could have been alive to hear you say yes and i knew we would have been great together. I love you, Your Sam xoxo'

Sometime had passed and night had well descended upon the city. It was the weekend, a time for humans to finish their work and rest with their families, a time for travel, and a time for being free.

Mithias had left "work" as well. He no longer had to spend him time hunting, as was the historical vampire pastime, for he had setup easy means to satisfy his primal need. He could now partake in what had become his main form of entertainment, gathering information on the streets.

Heightened hearing, sight, and a quickly discerning mind were his primary tools. Simply being nearby to events was worth far more than intervening. Wrapped in black, a sash covering his lower face and long hair trailing behind him, he dashed after the sounds of gunfire. He had been following a few Soldier agents tonight, using a controllable earpiece set to their frequency. He might be able to help them, but if they got killed, at least he could possibly get a view of the vampire's face and hunt him down later. He leaned against a concrete wall and listened. It appeared that Soldier was... leaving?

The light of the moon was like a brilliant stark white beacon above the vampire as he walked slowly along the outside of some abandoned warehouse. Spraypainted words and gangsigns decorated the concrete wall beside him, their colors muted by the omnipotent cobalt blue and white from the nighttime sky. Only when his foot cracked a bit of frost on the pavement did Mithias realize how cold it was. His own breath failed to produce that beautiful soft-floating vapor that encircled the heads of hot-blooded creatures, and thus he had not noticed. The gunsshots had died away with their echos long ago, and even the streets were silent from the hum of cars, as if sleeping themselves all around him. It was the pristine time of night, when all the world forgot it was crawling with humanity, and returned to its original state of silence and spirits, the eternity ever-waiting beneath the fleeting bustle of the daycreatures who thought they ruled. Mithias' own heart lay with this invisible omnipresence, true immortality. He enjoyed the serenity, and truly, he did not seek a cure.

What would he do if he found another vampire? Capture it? Kill it? Gain its trust? As far as Mithias believed, that esteemed scientist back at his lab complex was not to be fully trusted. Which species was more fit to survive, and could vampires even be called as such? They were parasites, a living disease. Answers came only at the price of sacrifice.

Finding his way up to a high point, Mithias watched the silver clouds grace the moon's radiant countenance.