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The slick black car swept through Santa Somabra’s streets with a burst of controlled speed, skidding up to the grimy pavement, and sliding carefully into place. A car door with blacked-out windows popped open, and Agent Voss stepped calmly out onto the street in front of the crumpled old apartment block which lay before him. 

“What a piss hole…” He grumbled, hands sinking into the pockets of his trench coat. 

“Were you expecting a Hilton?” Agent Kunis said with a smirk, as she joined him out on the street. 

“It’d be nice if the scumbags could choose somewhere a bit less...scumy to snort dust and molest children in, for once.”     

“I’ll be sure to file a complaint with head office,” Agent Kunis gave a soft laugh “just promise me you’ll focus on putting the child molesters behind bars, and not their interior decorating.” 

The pair moved in almost perfect unison, taking the steps up to the apartment in gallant strides, dressed in crisp black suits and ray ban aviators, with the tools of their trade hidden expertly across their forms. 

Voss wrapped his hand firmly against the apartment door, once they’d navigated their way up a few flights of rickety metal stairs and corridors that were stained with several substances he’d rather not think about. 

“Fuck off!” Hissed a muffled voice from the other side of the door. 

“I’m here to see Mister Escuella.” Voss called out. 

“I dun’t givea shit! Fuck off!” 

“Must be the glasses.” said Kunis. 

“Alright, we’ve tried it my way,” Voss rolled his shoulders “guess it's time to try it yours.”

Kunis’ foot shot forwards, slamming into the door, just below the handle, and forcing it open with an explosive burst of sheer force. 

[b]“MAGICAL REGULATION BUREAU! HANDS UP!” [/b]

The pair burst into the room, weapons raised, as the Nyte Kings inhabiting it hastily scrambled to their feet. 

“The Fuck is this?!” snarled Danny Escuella, his blood red eyes bulging out of his pale head “Do you have any idea who yer fucking with?” 

“Hands above your head!” Voss barked. 

“Fuck this shit-” Danny shot forwards, brandishing a flick-knife. 

Before he’d taken three steps, Agent Kunis grabbed him by the wrist and kneed him in the chest. The Vampire let out a startled gasp and lurched forwards, his knife clattering to the floor. Kunis’ free hand vanished into her jacket pocket, and emerged half a second later, grasping a cold metal stake. 

The Agent slammed the stake into Escuella’s bare chest, forcing it in with a dark splatter of carmine. The Vampire shrieked in surprise, and then watched in horror as his body began to crumble around him. White flesh turned to powdery grey ash, sweeping across his form in a tide of crawling destruction, until the vampire was little more than a pile of dust on the apartment floor. 

“This building is being seized as part of an official Bureau investigation.” Voss announced to the few remaining vampires, who were plastered cautiously to their respective corners of the apartment, most of them off their face on dust or Runez. 

“Vacate the premises immediately, or suffer the consequences.”