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When he received the message, Blake’s face immediately lit into a grin. The mission had only just gone into action, and already one of the bloodsuckers was cooking. The Vigil’s little ‘proof of concept’ was set to succeed with flying colors.

With a whoop, he launched a cybernetic kick into the prone form of the thrall he’d just choked out a moment before. “Hear that, you wannabe son of a bitch? We got lover boy! Guess you picked the wrong team after all!”
Evidently the unconscious man had not heard, for he reacted neither to the taunt nor the blow. Blake’s interest had already left him, however; he straightened his back, rolled out the kinks in his neck (feeling the servos of his augments whir as he did so), and mentally tabbed back into his data stream.

Information whizzed by, faster than any normal human could possibly comprehend – to him, though, it was scarcely a challenge. First, he checked the progress of the brute force attack he’d launched a half hour earlier on the town’s transportation network and found that the basic security system was buckling under the weight of his software. In a few more minutes, he’d have access to every traffic camera in the vicinity – if mommy and daddy vampire arrived to save their progeny by car, he would see them coming. 

Then, he tabbed into the controls for the bug he’d planted in the casino’s computer systems earlier that day. With a few lines of code and a brief battle with the firewall (which, to its credit, put up more of a fight than Blake had expected), the casino’s lockdown alarm was tripped. 

Finally, he opened the sides of his jacket, and four orbs whizzed out into the night sky. He set the video feeds from their monitoring equipment to play in the corner of his vision and mentally directed them to take up positions at the corners of the killbox the team had drawn.

All that done, he sat down on a nearby log and produced his standard issue Vigil Bullpup from his jacket, the heft of which still felt uncomfortable in his hands. He had never been much of a fighter, but if he could get his teammates alone with the bloodsuckers, that was what he would do.

This was the message he sent to his teammates: I’ve got the traffic cameras hooked up to facial recognition – if they as much as get near a stoplight, I’ll know about it. The musketeers are out and monitoring from each corner, so they’ll see it when the bastards enter the box. Finally, casino’s locked down, so no lovestruck teenagers are gonna wander into the killzone. Soon as I pick up anything, I'll give you tough guys a direction, an ETA, and a slap on the ass. I know what you’re thinking: ‘Blake, you’re just the best. I appreciate how hard you work for us,’ but save it for after we win.

Oh, I also texted Mullen a smiley face from a hidden number. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.
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