Vladimir and Benjamin were cruising through the city in the Ferrari Jonathan managed to borrow from a local distributor. The mild traffic gave Vladimir enough time to think. In the meanwhile Benjamin was tinkering with the radio they picked up from yet another local distributor. He was trying to tune into the police frequencies, but so far to no avail.
“Sir, what is our mission?”
“Your mission is to get that radio working.”
“It would be nice to know what where up against here.” Benjamin tried again.
“We're up against the police. So get that radio working, else we'll be going in without information.”
Benjamin grunted. After some time he got the radio working. They kept driving around quietly waiting for a useful report to come in.
The police station seemed like a ghost town, it looked completely deserted. Charles wondered where everyone had gone too. After a quick and fruitless search he thought of something. He rushed to the interrogation rooms only to discover that his feeling was right: Maya was gone. There had to be someone still here. Suddenly he heard someone talking, but they weren't speaking English. Charles drew his revolver and slowly advanced towards the source of the talking. He found himself standing in front of his own bureau. He took a deep breath, opened the door and stormed inside, pointing his gun at whoever was in his office. The two Caucasian men turned their attention toward Charles, then saw the gun and slowly raised their arms. “Charles Turner, I presume?”
Davy was rushing his van through the mild morning traffic. Those with vehicles substantially smaller than his better not hindered them, after all, physics was on his side this time. He always drove like mad when he was frustrated. His boss was in town and that meant things would go from bad to worse. This man didn't have the tact to interfere with his organisation, Davy thought by himself. Sure he was a good soldier and a potent commander, but he lacked the finesse to interact with a modern society. Davy wondered why they were still working together, Vladimir had nothing more to offer him really. He had been a great help getting his organisation of the ground, but now no more help was needed. And what was up with the total world domination? To Davy it seemed plain stupid. Why would you want to eradicate all your enemies? It just left you without a goal. What would there be left to live for when you have already accomplished everything?
Suddenly his mobile phone rang. He picked it up and answered it with a short “yes?”. This yes was soon followed by a “shit” and the crushing of the poor phone. “Call in the cavalry.” he said to Tobias. After the necessary calls were made Davy looked in the mirror to get a good look at the sports car that had been trying to pass them for the last 10 minutes. He now looked at Tobias and a grin appeared on his face. Tobias quickly checked his seatbelt. seconds later Davy slammed the breaks. The driver of the sports car noticed it to late and ran into the much larger van. The truck that was coming right after them saw it all and the breaks were slammed as well. This caused the truck to slip and soon it tumbled crushing the back of the sports car and blocking of the rest of the road. This was Davy's cue to take of again, while admiring his work in the mirror. He was satisfied, for now at least.
“And who are you?” Charles inquired.
“I am John and this is Peter” said the tallest of the two men, “We are with the Vatican section XIII, we hunt down and destroy evil creatures to protect God's children.”
“Then you are here to solve the slaughter on the airport?”
“Amongst other” Peter answered “we have been tracking this vampire for quite some time now. This is just one of it's many murders. Normally they are much more subtle and careful. We are as stunned as you are by this massacre.”
“Well I think you are just to late. She escaped and it seems she used the police force as a snack.”
“Two things”, John said, “Vampires only really need the blood, so the bodies will be around here somewhere. Some of them might actually still be alive. And second, this vampire is supposed to be the last vampire and we're quite sure this vampire is male, not female.”
“Those survivors, would we have to kill them? You know, before they turn into vampires as well.”
“No this is not needed. Vampires don't have real magical powers or anything, they are just very resilient creatures that prey on humans. It's not transmittable or anything. However this is nor the time, nor the place for this talk. We have more urgent matters to attend to.”
“You're right.” said Charles while moving to his desk. All of the sudden he stopped and looked outside. He noticed a rather familiar van parked just outside the police station. He turned around. “We need to go to the basement, the armoury. We need to get some weapons.” he said.
“Why?”
Before Charles could answer he was interrupted by the unmistakable sound of a helicopter.
“RUN!!!!” he shouted now. An instant later the outer wall and the windows seemed to explode. Fragments of glass, stone and wood slit through each other while trying to escape from their self inflicted carnage. Then the desk fell prey to the bullets and was ripped to splinters, and soon the entire interior had been transformed into shrapnel. The siege seemed to continue for forever. Then the sound of the explosions faded and only the drumming of the helicopter's blades remained.
Charles, John and Peter found themselves lying on the ground, dazed and surprisingly alive. It seemed like the entire building had been shattered. The floors were full of holes and the walls were nothing more than frames picturing the devastation that had taken place in the next room.
“Are you guys all right?” Charles asked.
“I am fine”, John said, “How about you Peter?”
A faint groan was all they heard.
“Peter!” John shouted, while trying to stand up.
“Be careful”, Charles said, “I don't think the floor can take much more.”
John heard the floor cracking beneath is feet. Slowly he tried to approach Peter. Suddenly they heard something else, the cracking of the stairways. Someone was coming up. Charles slowly took out his gun, pointing it at the dooropening. Soon two men appeared. As soon as they saw Charles, John and Peter they hid behind the doorpost. This abrupt movement made the entire floor tremble.
“Be careful!” Charles shouted.
The two men didn't get the time to respond. Two shots echoed through the hallway. The two men collapsed onto the floor. Then someone else appeared.
“Finally,” John said, “what took you so long?”
“I was held up by some corpses.”
“This is no time to be exploring your sexuality. Did you get the guns?”
“What do you think these are?” asked the men while holding a pair of rifles. He tossed them towards John, who tried to catch one of them. This appeared to be a bad idea. The floor started collapsing and everyone tumbled down to the second floor. After which the second floor tumbled down to the first floor, which in response tumbled down to the basement. The four now lay on top of the rubble, groaning and trying to pull themselves together. John was the first one who was able to move again. He quickly headed for Peter. He took Peters arm to check it pulse, but he soon put the arm down again and searched for Peters body. He found it lying under a bit of rubble. There was no doubt about it now, Peter had passed on. John got up and rushed towards the new man. He picked him up by his collar and shouted “this is all your fault!”
“Calm down,” said the man calmly, “unless you want to meet your friend in heaven right now.”
John released the man. “We never should have allowed you to come along.” John said.
By now Charles also managed to get up. He interrupted John and the man's bickering.
“We have no time for this,” Charles said, “Davy's reinforcements will be here soon. We got to prepare for them.”
“I'll take care of that,” the man said. And then he was gone.
“Who is this guy?” Charles now asked.
“He's some magician. He wanted to come along to hunt the vampire. It didn't seem like such a bad idea at first, since no one has any experience fighting vampires. We just figured any help would be welcome.”
“Okay. Now lets get out of here.”
“But what about Peter? We can't just let him lie here like this.”
“We can give him a proper burial after the fight is over. It won't help him if you die as well.”
“You're right. So where do we go?”
“To the vampire's liar,” Charles grinned.
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