Blood Moon.... (Open, PM me if you want to be plot)

[Iris von Drol]

Iris was relieved to hear Charlotte comply with her requests. It wasn't being rude on her part to ask the woman to make a few calls. Iris planned on playing the pipes with her wire hairbrush until something monumental came to mind and explained why she was suddenly falling to pieces. Call it multi-tasking. It sure sounded better when she thought of it that way. Iris was saving the woman searching for the phone list the shock of her life. If she was in Charlotte's shoes she would be grateful someone did exactly as Iris did and spared her the confirmation that the dead do walk. Talk about company morale taking a death drop.

Charlotte was human. Iris was not. That in itself was a prime reason for her to stay behind closed doors in the lavatory. Sweet and human Charlotte was far better off not discovering their dietary differences were far more drastic than one would ever imagine. Iris was the epitome of self-control so that was not an issue prior but her deteriorating appearance certainly would be.

Business wise it all had been going rather smoothly. Iris kept clear boundaries and didn’t mingle too much with anyone who she didn’t share a common thirst with. She left her mortality behind and she never spoke of what she was to any extent. She kept things professional with all those she came into contact with and was intensely private otherwise. The business was doing well, there was always work to do and never once was there any reason for Charlotte to question just who or more importantly what she worked for. Iris would be keeping it that way as much as she possibly could. Good employees were so hard to find and so was a rock to hide under if you made it common knowledge you had the key to eternal youth lodged inside your gums.

The calls the woman was making would have to be made irregardless if it was Charlotte or she that made them. The telepath needed to keep clear of being seen by anyone. At least until she knew what was happening and causing her to lose the abilities that she seemed to suddenly have lost as well as her needed teeth and preferred full head of hair.

There was more screaming and gun shots that were intermittently firing that could not be ignored. Bodies were being dragged from what she could see from her view standing in the second floor of Veil Tower offices. Chaos like that could be a number of things. The city deviants and street urchins most likely were getting out of hand. It was no metropolis and it was summer. Small cities, boredom and youth were a predictable trio. Perhaps it was a small band of extremists she heard of having a temporary uprising until the police intervened. That always cooled down tempers. No one wanted that extra attention. If that was the source of the increased noise then it would be no surprise to her. She was of the opinion that the manners and self-restraint of the city inhabitants in general had all but melted into the sewers to begin with.

Still that far fetched possibility didn’t explain the moon currently appearing like she had never seen it before. If it had been that way last year then she was sleeping or oblivious. It also didn’t explain why she was now holding another tooth in her hand. Something was seriously wrong when you casually caught your own teeth in your hand without missing a beat of the brush to the pipes beneath your company bathroom sink.

“Any luck out there?” She called out hearing that whistle from increased free space in her mouth linger. She gave a frustrated and impressive swing of the brush to the pipe and watched the pipe snap and water run down to the floor beneath. “I think I found the problem. It looks like I will be in here longer than I thought.”

Iris tossed the brush down and started grabbing paper towels and stuffing them in the end of the now fractured pipe. She prayed as she stretched so that she didn’t have to give up the position where she stood to keep her weight blocking the door. If there was any mercy earned on her part she wished to cash in now and call this good and get out and find things back to the normal she had been finally getting used to.

[Gambat]

Bang! The crimson warmth splattered over John`s face as he stared into the sky smelling the air. The smell of the powder in the shell drifted through the air as he heard the foot steps surround him. His head turned violently at every noise. He wasn`t sure what to do at this point. His breath was heavy as John`s fire was slowly burning out. 'Help or an enemy that was trying to take him out and missed.'

He could hear the whispers as they were ready to attack. The focus had turned away for him for that split second leaving him with an opening. John would not pass up such a chance as he gripped tightly onto the chains binding the screaming men. With force he began to spin. Building speed with every turn the monster slammed the humans he wield like weapons into the animals that tried to attack another his friend.

The John could see he could very well smell the blood in the air. The blood of a broken ankle that smelled of a vampire. One that was very familiar to him. ' Killian.' He thought to himself as he heard the loud snap of bone on the impact he made with them. Screaming an panic had spread across their lips as they yelled. "We need more help, More then one......" Before he could finish John Sprinted for him driving his fist and chain into the center of the mans chest replacing were his heart once was.

The corpse fell lifeless at his feet, the pavement showing through the hole. The body count had began to rack up under John`s movement threw the city. Still not knowing where he was he knew that three lay dead plus two that he was dragging around. In that same moment of thought He felt another blade enter deep into his back. Missing his spine by a micro hair. He was able to still stand but buckled to one knee as he turned his head snarling.

The blade being removed as it readied to Swing once more a fine time. One thing came to mind. "Killian!!!"

[Chad Worthington III]

Chad was starting to become concerned. His childer was struggling and his call from Wolf dropped. Not only did it drop, when he called back, there was no answer. Sending a text Chad asked if he was alright, but still, no response. It was time to finish this feeding and figure out what was going on. He had no idea where he would even start to look for Wolf, but he had to start somewhere.
Alexander was getting the worst of it. Apparently this ******** believed in standing his ground because his intended victim pulled out a revolver and told him not to move, but that he was calling 911. This was incredibly embarrassing. Obviously he couldn’t allow himself to be caught by the police, but he was also throbbing in pain from his broken collar bone. He needed to run. Pushing off with all his might me hobbled as quickly as he could away from the armed man, who fired a round into the air, yelled something to the effect of stay where you are but didn’t chase him further than the alley way at the end of the block. “Thank God” the wounded vampire cried out loud, “I need to find my sire and get to safety”. That was the last thing he ever said. Around the next corner the assault squad waited and just as he rounded it, to the horror of his sire Chad, who saw what was about to happen just too late…. A double barrel shotgun took off his head.
Blaine Gains was the assault commander, a bit loose with his team, but he knew what the mission was. Take in the vampires you can find who come reasonably, and kill those who won’t. Blowing this vampires head off was just a waste. “God Damn it you ******* Merc, do that again and I will blow your ******* head off”. That one was already wounded and would have been easy pickings.
“Whatever, they don’t call me Slayer for nothing”, said the tactically dressed ex-marine. How about we just bring in the ones I don’t kill in one shot.
From the roof of the single story building Chad was out of his mind. There was a team of 4, looked like 2 mercenaries, one priest or something, and possibly a Paladin. Maybe a match for his now deceased childer, but no match for a primogen. Chad being as distraught and confused failed to notice that he himself had lost his strength and powers. Diving from the roof he planned to use his celerity to end up behind one of the assault squad but instead found himself clipping a drain pipe on the way down and landing hard on his ankle. It was broken for sure, but he had to ignore the pain. Whipping out his Dorf Custom Carbine, he let the 7.62 bullets rain.
His surprise attack startled the team for a second, but this was combat and exactly what they were trained for. Their Kevlar outfits were strong, but it didn’t mean they could take hits without pain. And for the poor mystic who took a shot to the head, he was finished. Within moments though the other 3 recovered diving for cover and readied themselves for a shootout.
Chad had plenty of ammo, but this wasn’t his problem. He was hurt and couldn’t move. His leg was useless and couldn’t hold his weight and he was out in the open. His only chance was to get close, hand to hand combat and take them out. Dropping his gun as he pushed off his one good leg and using his arms to tumble he drew his Enchanted Longsword driving it into the chest of the man called Slayer. This ******** killed someone more important than he could ever have imagined. The first gen just wished he could have had the time to kill this guy slowly.
That was about as far as Chad would go though. Not taking down Blain first was certainly a mistake, and a costly one. The Paladin using the flat of his blade struck the vampire at the base of his skull and it was lights out. The last thing he heard was, get the van, this one will do just fine for the sacrifice.

[Killian]

Killian heard his name get called out by a familiar voice, and the shotgun was pumped again, chambering a shell. He noticed one of the Paladins change target and start running toward him. Giving him time to take aim at the one with a sword raised for Gambat's head. A loud report sounded, combined with the muzzle flash from Kenzie's breach barrel. It caught the would-be assassin in the side, the slug ripping through him almost instantly.

Without moving the hand that was on the slid, he pumped the weapon once more by shoving his firing hand forward to keep the weapon on target. But he moved to the left, catching the charging Paladin in the crotch with the 12 gauge lead. A smirk crossed his lips upon seeing the ******** fall, screaming in pain and absolute terror. He went to rack the weapon again to fire at the last remaining Paladin, but the weapon sounded off with a click. He needed to reload, but didn't have the time to do it.

Of course, Killian also never left home without his trusty hunting knife attached to his hip. It was drawn, and the man took hold of the blade and threw the weapon harshly. The man hit his mark, but not with the blade. The solid steel pommel on the butt of the knife had hit the final Paladin, distracting him long enough for the Killer to limp-run at him. In just a moment, the 6'5 beast was on top of the nude man, throwing vicious punches like a whirlwind, trying to break his bones with his skill that didn't seem to be working. So instead, he settled for pounding his face in until Killian's hands were covered in blood from both of them.

To be sure that the Paladin wouldn't be getting back up to come after them for revenge, one of Killian's bloodied, broken hands took hold of the back of his head, with the other over the crushed face, and wrenched it as hard as he could to the side, until a sickening crunch was heard. Before getting to his feet, the Killer took hold of his blade and placed it back in the sheath at his hip.

"Gambat. Are you alright, or do you need somewhere to go so you can wait for your injuries to heal? We're not too far from the safehouse, and you're allowed inside if you need to go there." Killian began to reload Kenzie, but ended up stumbling and falling onto his side in pain. He had over-exerted his broken ankle a little too much, and would need to take it as easy as he could for a few moments. He gritted his teeth to keep from howling out in pain from the injury that he himself had caused.

A few moments of resting later, and he was standing up again. Something was pushing him to keep going. Keep moving forward as much as he could. Help anyone else that needed it. Hopefully find his wife. Or any other friends of his that needed him. Hell, he wouldn't even wish that type of death on his enemies. Well. Maybe Velveteen. But that was neither here nor there at the moment.

His attention turned to Gambat once more, looking at the man's wounds. Deep blade wound to the back. Chains had torn his wrists raw. Blood was covering his face as well, likely in his eyes keeping him from being able to see what's actually going on. But, knowing Gambat, that wouldn't really slow him down too much.

"I've taken out six.. either killed outright, or made sure they can't do any more damage. Especially Horsedick.mpeg over there. Judging from the radio that's on the ground, I'd say they're working in teams of some sort.. Probably have someone barking orders from a base in town. I'm gonna see if I can find anyone else that needs help, and hopefully take the head off the snake. You're welcome to come with if you think you can handle it, mate."

Killian Lynch looked around hastily, making sure that no more Paladins or Hunters were coming down on top of them while waiting for Gambat's reply. But while he did that, he chose a direction that he would start heading in. What neither of them knew, though, was that things were about to go very, very wrong.

[Zodiac]

Whoever was shooting was determined to stop her now. Every time she turned in a new direction, more gunfire. She had driven into a 'hot spot' and now was the star attraction of the show. "What's the matter? You limp sticks can't take down a monster, so you decide to fill a helpless van full of anger shots? Idioti Prosti!"

She swung left sharply, downshifting in time to make the corner, in the direction of Coastside. She was getting nowhere fast and the machine was far from bullet proof. Sooner or later someone would get a good shot in and leave her on foot. With her powers not working, it would be a death sentence. She normally never thought along those lines, but seeing CC's back refusing to heal was another clue the magicks roaming the streets this night had a purpose. Another turn and she ran through the warehouses and factory drives. She kept the pedal down when a straight run presented itself to her. As she flew along, glimpses of workers and the occasional security guard could be seen. Wisely some had decided to stay in their places of work till it could be figured out.

She turned on the radio and flipped to the locals, but nothing but static found her ears. She reached lower and turned on the small police scanner she had installed. Not much was coming through but from what she could hear the cops were in the same problem as everyone else was. At this rate, the military could get involved. All of Chaindog's jokes about the Canadian Military aside, if it got that bad there would be no hope of restoring the Masq at all, and she knew what loosing that thin veil of safety would entail.

"We are just lab mice, we escaped from the cage," She hummed a half remembered tune with new words as she swung around a stalled car and just missed a person wandering the street. She would try to approach Wickbridge from the South, but if that failed she would have to find another choice. The idea of dragging all she had brought with her up so many floors of stairs did not concern her actually. Besides a perfect vantage point to work from, it would mean anyone trying to find her would have to endure the same gauntlet to get to her. Zodiac had already come to the conclusion that whoever had put this mess into place was strong enough to sense if someone was messing with it all. Winded minions of the wizard would be easier to deal with if push come to shove. In reflex she reached under the seat and felt the stock of her custom weapon.

"Yeah, c'mon kids. All the lead you can eat. Seconds if ya want more at no extra charge." she tried to sound fierce but even she wasn't buying it. She was scared. She had no clue if those she cared about-living or not-was okay (save for Jennifer) and all she could gather from the two way was the 'bad guys' were getting the job done slow but sure. Suddenly she wanted to find a very deep and dark hole and roll up into a ball and cry.

She brought the van to a stop at the intersection. North would take her to Wickbridge while South would take her out of town. She just sat there looking ahead as she debated it all. She had always ran from trouble when she was alive. It was a reflex she had learned to break once she had been turned. Back then, survival meant being fast and smart enough to get out of the way before it all hit the fan. All her con jobs and acts of thievery in her life was proof of that. She was smarter and faster than the marks and on the rare occasion she'd get caught, she'd do whatever it took to slip free of the grip of the law and run even faster. With all the action going on north of here, no one would look for a survivor fleeing south to safety. Her eyes glanced at the gas gage and saw she was at a full tank. No warning lights to suggest any damage at all.

"Meow"

She looked down and found Ginny in her lap. Looking at her as if saying 'If you going to do something, do it!' Zodiac lifted her veil and nuzzled the black furred friend for a few moments. She felt herself again now and looked back into those amber eyes as she pet the cat lovingly. "Just like Butch and Sundance when they went out against the whole Mexican Army, eh? Speaking of, I wonder how Gretta is doing in all of this." Another soul she had no clue if she would see again. "I guess you get to play Butch since she isn't here now, baby girl." She sat the animal on the passenger's seat and turned North. "This is gonna suck major reproductive organs. I know it."

[Francesca Fontaine (DELETED 2942)]

The hunter had been stationed in the sewers, to watch for any vampires who tried to hide from the moon. Her sword, her trusty rapier, was clutched in her right hand tightly as she paced. Her name was, to her fellows, was Aiyana, the Eternal Blossom, the one with a highly customized blade. She had earned her place as a respected hunter in Europe, but this was a whole different ball game. She wore only a long coat, with a hood that she kept up over her bald head and a wide leather belt holding it closed at the waist, with the rapier's sheath attached to it. Her bare feet brushed the stone.

And then she heard it. The weeping of a frightened child, calling for her mother. Aiyana would normally not be concerned, but she had seen a child running through the sewers with a sword strapped to his or her back and a hoodie, with the hood pulled up, hiding the child's face. The child had never been seen in the daylight hours, and was always going in the direction of the Quarantine Zone, a known vampire training ground. Aiyana had seen them fighting the zombies and other beasts that lurked there numerous times. But she'd never followed and witnessed the child doing battle.

As Aiyana approached the source of the sound, a young girl wearing a dark red sweater, partly shredded on the right sleeve, and cuffed blue jeans. There was no sign of a sword, though a backpack sat next to her. So Aiyana sat down a foot away from her.

"What's your mother's name, sweetheart?" she asked.

The little brunette looked up, not having heard the huntress approach. The fear was present in her expression. "My mommy's dead," she replied softly.

"Then why cry for her?"

"Sometimes I think I can hear her talking to me, telling me it'll all be okay. Others she warns me of something to be scared of."

A reasonable answer from a distraught child. She'd lost her mother. From the look of her, Aiyana was sure that the child had in fact witnessed her mother's death.

And then she noticed it. The child had small fangs. Stupid move, Aiyana, she thought to herself. This kid might be able to rip you limb from limb!

She drew her rapier and leveled it at the girl's head, point against her left cheekbone. The girl gasped, real fear lighting up her expression.

"Please, don't kill me," she said, intently focusing on the powers she held deep inside her, her goal to stop this nice woman from challenging her. But her own hand moved to grip the hilt of her sword, where it poked out of the top of her backpack. The sheath was tucked inside.

"You'll be coming with me," Aiyana said. "You aren't good for that ritual they were talking about, but they can do experiments on you."

Francesca began to slide the sword from its sheath as she started to stand. "I'm not going anywhere with you!"

"It's that or die."

Frankie slid the sword out fully and began to clash with the woman in the long coat, using her smaller size as an advantage, like she'd been practicing with Teacup sometimes. She ducked and dodged and hopped out of range until she was behind the woman, then, with a leap, she drove the sword higher into Aiyana's back than she could have standing on the ground. The blade severed her spine and stabbed right through her heart.

With a gurgle, the human woman slumped to the ground, and Frankie staggered back in pure terror as the seriousness of what she'd done dawned on her. She ran to her backpack again, dropping the blade next to it, and began to dig for her cell phone, calling her human thrall, Teacup.

"Francesca Elizabeth Fontaine! Where the hell have you been hiding?! I've been looking for you!"

"I know Teacup...I know. Can...can you come get me from the sewers?"

"I suppose, Francesca. Why are you down there?"

"Just...bring a big hooded blanket thing you wear on your shoulders."

"A cloak?"

"Yeah, that. The moon's making me feel all weird and I kinda killed someone."

The conversation went smoothly, as the child vampire made her way to a different exit from the sewers. The one in Wickbridge. The consequences for her action would normally be severe. But she'd had no choice. Kill or be killed. Her mommy would have been proud, she decided. She'd saved herself this time.

[Mike Barone (DELETED 2047)]

Mike really didn't know Alex that well, but she had helped him before when he was in danger. So he did trust her, as he knew there were good and bad vampires just as there were humans. He turned his attention to the window where a fully covered Alex appeared. "Windy? Oh crap I haven't paid any attention to my phone." he said. "I'll send him a message once we're safe." he added, of course he'll leave out what vampire he was with knowing he had problems with her.

"Oh good you have Nimmy." he said, following after the woman. There was so much ash on the grounds, it would take awhile for there to be a clean up. But would this end? He looked at the moon again, it had to do with that. Something about it, it would have to end.

He slipped his backpack off for a moment to get a sucker out of a side pocket. "Nimmy here." he said, handing the candy over. He was hoping it would calm him down a little. He put his backpack back on.

Mike stared at Alex for a moment, "Let's hope plan A works.." he said, he didn't like the idea of having to use her as a hostage. The vampires were weak right now, without powers and that seemed to include their ability to heal.

"Let's go. Nimmy you hold onto Alex alright?" Mike said before moving to Morgan and offered her his hand and would follow Alex and Nimmy.

[Gambat]

The splatter of the man covered John as he sat there on his knees. Pain had ravaged his body as he stared into the fight. Killian had slayed the rest of them. With ease at that, but the man was still hurt. John could smell it. His vision still blurred as he began to remove the chains that weighed him down. "I`m just fine Killian." His voice was hollowed as he spoke to the man.

"Thanks for the help. I`ll be fine though a lot of others could use that safe house of yours. You should start making some phone calls. Checking up on people and getting the word out to warn them." John passed for a moment as he smelled the air. Killian blood drifted alone to the moist air of the night. Shake his head John focused on what was happening.

Gripping the chains he followed them down to the two dead souls wrapped in them. The cloths they had been wearing didn`t feel all that beat up as his hand traced them. One of them seemed to be his height as he began to strip him down. The other was almost useless for John, as he stripped his shirt and black combat boot`s off of him. 'Maybe these will fit him.' Ripping the t- shirt he slowly placed it over each wound and tied it tight. The final one however was the worst as he removed the blade that was still impaled into him. Taking the belt he had he applied pressure to the wound with a cloth underneath.

Stripping himself He changed into the black tactical cargo pants, black combat boots and blue t-shirt. Sliding the fingerless gloves he recovered over his raw hands the man smirked. He began to flush his eyes wiping them. Once he had enough vision back he looked over to the man that came to his aid. "Let`s get you fixed up."

John didn`t wait for him to give a response as the man walked over and snapped off a cheap blade from one of his would-be attackers. Taking the other pair of boots and some clot with him he pushed the man over and cut away his old shoe. " Back in the states when I was in the army they showed us how to patch ourselves up. Combat Life Saver they called it..." The man spoke as he set the bone with a loud crunch. A shitty smirk crossed his bloody lips as he wrapped once around his foot and then around the metal to brace it. Sliding the boot over it and pulling the laces tight he tied them off. Handing the man the other boot.

"You`ll be just fine." He spoke. "Team One... Copy?" The radio sounded and John`s head snapped to it staring in that direction. " Team one do you Copy!?" Slowly the large giant walked over to the box making noise and picked it up. Holding the button down his breath still Heavy from the fight as he spoke cutting off the other end. " My Name is John. Who ever is on the other end of this listen carefully. I am coming for every single one of you. Team one is dead. I have slaughtered them all. As for the rest I will fine you because that is what I am very good at when I do I am going to remove you piece by piece from this world because that is what I am the best at. Now run back and tell them whoever you are..."

His eyes had a new fire inside them this night of horror had become the thrill of a hunt. His instinct told him to kill them all. " I think it would be best if worked together on this one Killian." Looking through the weapons as he spoke taking a couple of the swords. He was going to need them. " I hope the message was clear to them..."

[Nimrod]

Nimrod petted the tree, talking soothing. His head whipped around at every sound, he tried to ignore it but he had to be alert. He wasn’t too sure about going up the tree. Break your hip.. he frowned, was he really that old? He rubbed his face, nah.

He squeaked when the others showed up. “Mikey! You didn’t call the mothership to get you out of here?” he said. He clung to Alexandrea again, “Sewers, no, bad place..” he said. He eyed the sucker that Mike gave him, he unwrapped it and stuck it in his mouth, closing his eyes a moment.

“Couple? Hum..” Nimmy said confused, how the hell do couples look? Mike told him to hold onto Alex, he was already holding onto her for dear life. He looked up at her since he had a hold of her around the waist, then looked to Mike who was holding his hand out to the water balloon lady. He let go of her waist and held onto her arm instead.

[Killian]

A short scream escaped Killian's lips as his broken ankle was forced back into place. He hadn't felt that much pain in ages. But it only lasted for a minute, before being replaced by a dull ache thanks to the pressure of the boot's laces. It wasn't long before the other boot had been strapped onto Killian's uninjured foot. He tested his weight. The sharpened metal splint was doing a good deal to help his ability to move, though a dead sprint would still be highly improbable.

Upon hearing Gambat's threats into the radio, a chortle left his lips. But then he remembered what the man had said about calling people that he cared about, to make sure they were okay. It was a good idea. Best case scenario, people were inside hiding. Worst case, they were captured. Most likely? Middle ground. In need of help. The man's phone was procured from his pocket. Dismay set in a moment later however, when he saw that the phone itself was almost completely destroyed.

"Well, looks like I won't be making any calls... Thankfully, a Nokia seems to be able to stop a small caliber bullet. That one could have hurt like a ***********." The man looked at his phone. It seems that one of the first hunters that had shot at him pierced his phone from the side, and the round was still lodged in the center of the device. A second was taken to remove the sim card and the usb card from the back of the phone before it was dropped onto the ground and stepped on, making sure that it was completely useless to anyone else.

The man sighed, and decided to grab a shirt from one of the dead men lying on the ground. He had felt slightly exposed without clothing over his upper body, especially with the mild night air around him. Another sigh escaped his lips as he gazed toward the moon. The blood red was such an unsettling sight. He knew that it had to have something to do with what was going on with everyone tonight.

Amid the gunfire and other sounds of general chaos, there was a distant clanging of a bell. Two chimes. Two in the morning. This night was so far from over that it almost pained him to think of it. At least five more hours until daylight. But that would mean that any vampires that were out would either be burnt by the sun while continuing to fight for their lives, or they would have to hold up and take shelter, and become much easier targets. Buildings tended to have a lot less room to move, but there was usually more cover to counter that downside. Unfortunately, it meant that people would be pinned down to one location. Without sewer access, there would most likely only be two main ways in or out of buildings.

"Gambat... John.. we need to find a way to make this end, before everyone ends up dead.. Another holocaust isn't what anyone bargained for, or needs. And if they've found a way to keep us from being able to come back, too... well then we're all absolutely fucked."

Killian blinked and turned his head to the left immediately. Out of the corner of his eye, the Killer had seen a VW Microbus fly down a street a few blocks away. The trivialness of it made him laugh. 'Some terrified human, fleeing the unexpected warzone with twenty plants in the back of his vehicle, probably. Good for them. But I'm stuck here, doing the only thing I know how to. Surviving.' was the thought on his mind.

He finished reloading his weapon, then glanced over to his friend once more. "Is there anyone you know that needs a good place to hide? I feel awful knowing that the place in West Tower is most likely totally empty. If you do, call them and tell them to get to 1302 as soon as possible." As he said that, his attention turned toward the building in Thornside Park. They were pretty far away from the building at the moment. Too far to really make it with Killian's bum ankle, anyway. And besides, it was away from where it sounded like the majority of the fighting was. That area wasn't as densely populated. It was more suburbia hell than downtown shithole.

"And, for the record... they're probably shitting themselves after the message you left them."