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Tick. Tick. Tick. The noise was maddening for Cliff. He hated the sound of the clock, reminding him that time was passing him by, and more importantly Marty hadn't shown up yet. It had grown late into the evening, and the man was due back to report.

Cliff's eyes glanced around the little motel room he was in, then stood up and moved over to the sink to splash some water onto his face, his eyes glancing towards thee mirror for just a moment, then darted to his phone as it lit up, indicating a call was coming through. Moving to the phone, he glanced at the caller ID,, then quickly hit the accept call button, bringing it to his hear. His voice was laced with a razor's edge as he got the first few words out “Where the hell are..” but soon was cut off by an unfamiliar voice. “We have him” said the unknown woman on the other end of the phone, “Turn yourself over, and we'll release him, failure to do so will result in his death.”

A frown appeared on the vampire's face. It took him a second or two to collect his thoughts and respond, “How do I know you haven't butchered him already?” Then winced as he wished he hadn't said that, listening to the man's scream of pain in the background. Grinding his teeth, he placed the phone on speaker and sat it on the table in front of him, fingertips digging into the wood, “What makes you think I would care if he dies or not? He's just a tool” This answer only caused another scream from Marty. He knew they wouldn't kill Marty. He was too valuable, he worked with a vampire for awhile, and even killed one, and if these people could get that information out of him, Cliff might as well pack up and get the hell out of town, or prepare for the fight of his life.

Cliff tapped the message button while still on speaker and moved down the lists of contacts to his wife's number preparing to type out a message as he spoke, “So, How do I find you to turn myself over?” As he spoke those words, he started to type out a message as he waiting on the response “Pru, the paladin's caught Marty and holding him “ he cut the message off there as he heard the answer: “Meet us where we already killed you once, vampire.”

Cliff completely froze in his spot. This was what he was waiting on, he had found them. It took him a few moments to get his brain going again, the call had been ended already, and he quickly finished the message to his wife, adding “It's THEM” to the end of the message before sending it. The phone went straight into his pocket, the gears in his mind already turning, plans forming in his head. Grotesque, violent, murderous plans.

Cliff felt the phone go off in his pocket as he swerved through the traffic on the motorcycle. It didn't take him long to vacate the motel room after the text was sent. His destination was the cabin, knowing it was the closest place to where he had died.

Upon reaching the cabin, he stopped the motorcycle and pulled it behind the cabin, typing out a message to his wife: “Meat shield or not, he has a lot of intel on us. If they an get it out of him..” he cut the message off and started looking around, holding perfectly still, then quickly added to the message: “I'm at the cabin, fixing to stock up on gear. It's the bastards who killed me” He pushed the send button, then froze again, his eyes darting around. This was the second time he thought he heard a noise, but still his eyes didn't detect anything.

Cliff stuffed the phone into his pocket as he entered the cabin and quickly to the bed, pulling out a few ammo boxes, removing some clips for his guns. He wasn't going to turn himself over. This time he was going in guns blazing. He had worked on his skills with firearms since the last time, and he was going to take some of them out.

Next Cliff went to the dresser and pulled it out away from the wall and knelt down and slid a hidden panel to the side, pulling out a black trash bag and begun to pull out some home made explosives, placing them beside the clips of ammo. Then froze once more, looking up towards a window, but didn't see anything. Shaking his head he collected the gear and moved the dresser back in place, waiting on a reply from his wife to see if she was joining or not.