So that was it then. The mission had gone down as a "success." Commander Varomere and his team would return home to the states all in one piece. Soldier certainly by now could confirm that vampires were alive and well in the United Kingdom, and that they were all somehow under the control of this Lord Bedivere as they had suspected. The details of how this one vampire was able to maintain such impeccable control over such a large area while keeping nearly perfect secrecy, would hopefully be revealed in Commander Varomere's report upon his return to the States. The commander himself had been delayed in his return, due to a sudden and unexpected encounter with the class 8 vampire lord, which he miraculously survived. Still, no matter how successful the mission had been, rules had been broken, and without a doubt punitive measures were to be expected upon return to Soldier soil. Mithias wasn't necessarily worried.

It was several days after the club incident, and of course it was broad daylight above the clouds where a small, private jet was carrying Mithias and two pilots back across the Atlantic ocean. Mithias sat in the cabin with the shades drawn and the lights off. The sunlight was annoyingly bright and since there were no other passengers, he took advantage. A laptop glowed beneath his slender fingertips as he typed in mission information. 

*ding*

"Greetings passenger. We hope you are having a pleasant flight. The captain has turned on the seatbelt light and would like you to remain seated at this time. The weather over La Guardia is stormy, and we're expected some choppy air as we begin our descent...."

Mithias answered his phone as it buzzed unexpectedly during the announcement. "Agent Varomere."

"Commander Varomere. This is Shannon at mission control. I have an urgent message from the general in regard to your next mission..."

Mithias blinked. Soldier never wasted any time.

Shannon continued, "Soldier has discovered illegal vampire activity, breach of contract, 3rd degree, in New York City, Manhattan to be specific. You understand this means there's a vampire with..."

"Mind control." Mithias answered, unconsciously furrowing his brow. There weren't a lot of vampires with that power, but it was a bitch to put them down.

"Yes, and enthralling. The focus of the incidents seems to be a nightclub. Your team has already been informed and given their instructions. Everyone has been given a gps tracker. Agent Moreno will be in command until you are released from your debriefing. Welcome back home, commander."

Mithias hung up. This news greatly preoccupied him, more than his organization's shaky international relations, more than Soldier's wavering focus on their founding ideals. The vampire that had turned him long ago had possessed this kind of power, and even though the chances were exceedingly slim, Mithias always wondered in the back of his mind if he would... he was the one vampire Mithias couldn't deal with. 

The missions of course never seemed to stop, and despite the satisfaction they gave him, it was far too easy to lose sight of the ultimate goal, which was to uphold justice and protect the innocent, no matter their species. Was Soldier changing into a vampire-hunting organization? Bedivere had warned him intensely to be wary of this, but Mithias had staunchly denied it. Soldier protected both humans and vampires, and he cited their wiping out the Purge as a perfect example. You didn't see any Purge around anymore did you?