Void's skin tingled with an unfamiliar sense of belonging, something here wasn't right. Void was no idiot, he knew he wouldn't stand too much of a chance against these enemies if they worked together. "I'll be right back" he smiled at them, it must have seemed as if he just vanished. As Void ran at speeds too fast for eyes, human or vampire, to perceive he felt a strange feeling in his gut. Void sniffed the air, and there it was, the smell of disease much stronger than that of the green fog. There is only one thing that could be here which would emit such a stench, his blade. He looked around, where could it possibly be? Void followed the stench like a trail until he finally found it. It came from the inside of a jet, the cargo hold. Void punched his hand through the metal exterior and ripped a hole large enough to climb inside. Yet nothing was there, disappointment was all he could feel, but as soon as he exited the cargo hold he was greeted with a group of SOLDIER armed to the teeth.