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Tonight was the night. Tonight was the night that vengeance would be his. He was not a God nor did he wish to be one, but after tonight’s work, many will swear that the greek goddess Atë and her mother Eris had paid them a visit from the hell they dwelled in. Tonight he would do as the ancestors of his profession had done for millennia. Tonight it would be his turn. Tonight it would be he, Mordechai, who gave out the cry of “Havoc”. Tonight he would be the dog of war that was released. Tonight was the night the final payment would be extracted from those that had dared to strike at his kennedy, and Pru’s lorelai. Those that had interrupted their small get together. Tonight he would close the books on this account. He would accept nothing less than payment in full. The currency, their life blood. Tonight their debt would be paid.

The massive killer sat silently his eyes closed as he remembered his time with kennedy. She had been the turning point in his life. The one thing that had put true smiles on his face. So much of his life had changed with her coming. She was another of a long line of things that the killer had had cause to thank his titian haired friend Pru for. If Pru had not sired the abomination, they in turn would not have been able to sire kennedy, and he would never have met her. She was his all, his reason for sanity, his anchor to reality. Without her, he would become something that humans and vampires alike would truly have reason to fear. Now these people, whoever and whatever they were, had caused damage to his kennedy. They had caused damage to lorelai, one of Pru’s under his protection. Azraeth had found more information on the attackers. He had shared. Mordechai was going to war.

Standing the seven foot two warrior slipped from his clothes, folding them neatly, and stacking them on the bed, before going to the locked chest in the corner. Kneeling before the chest he ran his hands over it, then slowly undid the locks and fasteners, opening it. His eyes closed momentarily, before opening again, with a hard edge to them, as he slowly unpacked each layer of the chest. Tonight would call for a special pack out, his normal gear would not cut it for the volume of destruction necessary. Standing up he looked into the mirror, stared at the nothingness for a moment then began to slip into the three tone grey variegated tiger stripe patterned battle dress uniform bottom and top. Next came his ILBE load bearing harness. carefully he adjusted the straps till the fit was perfect. Sorting through the pile he began clipping smoke bombs and knock out bombs to the chest straps. Six of each hung in neat columns. Slipping the twin Uncle Mike’s drop leg tactical platforms into place, the killer affixed the molded competition style holsters to them. Turning to the side he slid open the drawer of the massive guncase kennedy had bought him and slowly lifted out the rosewood case nestled there. Opening it his eyes drank in the beauties resting in the crushed red velvet covered foam. A matched pair of Glock 40 Gen4 MOS rested inside, each of them equipped with a military grade ACOG reflex sight. The long barrels and reflex sights would insure the fastest most accurate target acquisition. The fifteen round magazines gave thirty shots, thirty deaths, before reloading, and the ten spare magazines secreted about the ILBE ensured there would be no shortage of death this night. The custom handloads he was using would exceed the performance of the .357 Magnum, and have more kinetic energy at 100 yards than the .45 ACP has at the muzzle. Guns sorted, the killer turned to his beloved kennedy.

Reaching out Mordechai pulled his mate into his arms and held her close, letting his calm radiate into the often hyper allurist. “We will do well csitri. I will try to control myself, as long as you are able to keep wound free.” Kissing the top of her head he held her letting his mind infiltrate hers, using the much more intimate telepathy as he spoke to her. “Let we go over the plan one more time. You will be dressed nice, but not in your work clothes, nothing too sexy, for we cannot let my jealousy free. You will tell the guard you car broke down and your cell is dead. If one as pretty as you asks to use a phone, he will surely open the door. As you enter, I will slip from the shadows and snap his neck. Once we are in, I will let Pru know, and we shall begin. Begin the utter destruction of all that they stand for, and all that they are.” Giving her one last kiss, the killer began to load the new weapons he had made for her into a satchel that would attach to his harness as well.

Returning to his lock box he drew one last item from it, and carefully slipped it into his pack. The air shimmered around him as his body hid inside the illusion of a middle aged businessman, and he slipped out the door heading towards the target building. He unconsciously kept a small part of his thoughts tapped into kennedy, reading her memories so that he knew what she was doing and where she was a split second after she did them, asn as she approached, Mordechai drew the shadows to him wrapping him in darkness as he let the guise of a businessman slip away. The killer moved closer as he watched kennedy approaching. The heightened emotion of an allurist painted across her face as she easily convinced the guard she needed inside to use a phone. Finally the door opened and as kennedy crossed inside, the massive hands of the seven foot killer closed around the guards head and a with a twisting jerk released the sound of snapping vertebrae. If the dead could hold a job, he would never again worry about someone sneaking up on him, as he now had a clear view behind him. Mordechai carried the body inside, tossing it to a corner, before relocking the door and giving kennedy another kiss. Unhooking the satchel with her weapons in it from his harness, Mordechai passed it to his lover.

“Pru, we are in” washed from his mind to hers.

Nikolae had all but breezed into the building once he knew it's location. The place seemed harmless enough - so plain and ordinary that he probably wouldn't have bothered coming here if they hadn't gotten that information. Once inside it was a different story, of course. Men in military gear roaming the halls, the distant sound of screams he was sure could probably be attested to rogue vampires being tortured and experimented on. His hands clenched in the gloves he wore, but dutifully ignored it. Maybe he could find a way to unlock all the doors and set the prisoners free to take their own revenge.

Sitting on the chair, he rolled in front of a massive bank of computers, paying no mind to the dead body of the man who'd been running things only a few moments before. Nikolae had slaked his thirst, then snapped the mans neck and neatly tucked him into a corner. His fingers flowed over the various keyboards, pausing now and then as he found files buried within files under enough encryption to give him a real test.

Security's down. He thought to his eldest Dragon, almost distractedly. The pairs that would infiltrate would no doubt find other things, but while he was in the computer systems Nikolae intended to find whatever he could. His eyebrows jumped up as he came upon an encoded server, trying twice before managing to get inside.

"Experimental gene-splicing..." He murmured allowed, eyes flowing over the text, diagrams and charts. He clicked on a video file and felt bile rise in his throat as he watched it's contents. A human woman, clearly drugged out of her mind, strapped to a gurney with a belly bloated with pregnancy. A scientist - for there was no way the Dragomir would qualify the creature as a doctor - made efficient work of cutting her open and removing the foetus within. But the child was anything but human. Some sort of half-alligator, half infant emerged, struggled to take a few gasping breaths, and fell limp. The scientist looked directly into the camera and reported the failure as the womans vitals beeped twice more and flat-lined.

As the video ended, Nikolae leaned forward in the chair and began the task of sending each and every file, document, and video to his private server located in another country entirely. He would pour over each piece directly and had a feeling what he found would make his blood run colder than it already was. The sound of gunshots alerted him that time was running out, so he quickly moved to other areas of the computer network, spotting more than a few names in the vampire community. He deleted everything as he came across it, and then withdrew a tiny flashdrive from his pocket. The thing was, naturally, decorated with dragons and the tip was covered with a dragons head. He removed it then popped the device into the USB port, easily navigating to it on the desktop to double-click the special concoction he'd made just for this trip.

In minutes the viruses, trojans, and other nasties spread through the system, jumping from server to server to disable and destroy as much as possible. He helped it along by conveniently turning off any protections that had been in place to impede it. Sitting back in his seat, he waited for the programs to finish uploading their surprises and sent another message to his first-borne. Hope you're almost finished down there. They'll be realizing their systems are down before too long. I'll see you at home, Raeth.

Nikolae removed his custom-made flashdrive, covering it again, and slipped it into his pocket. As an afterthought he grabbed each of the computer hard-drives and tore them to pieces. Already he could hear people trying to enter the secured room - behind the second set of doors not too far off - so he beelined for a separate entrance and made his way toward the nearest window if only to take a peak out. He'd teleport home once he knew his childe was safe, there was nothing left here for the Dragomir.

The past few nights had been interesting. It was rare that she was included in a hunt, mainly due to Mordechai's over-protection of her and his instant need to rip a person to shreds should she get hurt. Sitting at the crafting table, working on her gun parts to relax, she looked down at her leg and ran her finger over where she had been shot. It was amazing how well she could heal and no matter the injury, there was never a scar. Her skin was just as flawless as the day CC had turned her. Kennedy's thoughts were pulled back to her surroundings when she heard Mordechai in the bedroom, getting ready for the evening. Tonight was the night that they would get their revenge on the attackers.

Pushing away from the crafting bench and standing up, she made her way into the bedroom. Picking up and holding their puppy as she sauntered over to Kennedy, she leaned against the doorway as she watched him. He was so organized as he pulled out each item and placed it upon his body. He even had a different outfit than what he used on any other normal night. With all of the bombs and artillery strapped to him, he was a one man army, if this was a normal group of humans. These were hunters that had been watching them for a while, they needed to have a team to succeed because if they worked independently...they would fail. As he pulled her close and held her, she closed her eyes and let his calmness wash over her. His words moved through her ears like silk and she smiled.

"I hope so, Mordie but don't worry about me if I get shot. Remember, I can heal. Getting the job done is far more important than losing your temper because of me...that can cause us to fail the mission. I will take the vambrace with me in case it gets hairy in there so that way I can shake off more than just one wound. We have a good team. A strong team. Hell...I'm probably the weakest out of everyone in the group so believe in our team and don't lose your cool, no matter what. Okay?"

After he kissed her on the top of her head, she placed the puppy on the bed and began to rummage through her closet. She needed to get ready but with the plan they all had agreed on, she couldn't go in wearing anything that was battle gear. Nope, she needed to wear something sexy and use her allurist mojo to charm the pants off the guards. That wasn't hard but with Mordechai there with her and not wanting her to wear anything too sexy so his jealousy wouldn't explode...that was going to be tough. Flipping through each outfit, she could see each one being too sexy in Mordechai's eyes. She sighed and turned to face him. "A simple pair of jeans and a T-shirt could be too sexy for you because of how you feel towards me. If I have to worry about your jealousy...we are going to fail before we even begin because I am not walking in there with a MuMu and a box of Bonbons."

Turning back to her closet, she smirked as she found an outfit that she knew would make him sit close to the edge of losing it when the guards looked at her but it would get the job done, no matter the gender of the guards. She could charm the pants off both women and men. Pulling out the suit jacket, corset and purple shoes, she laid them down on the bed before walking over and taking a pair of jeans out of her dresser. It didn't take long for her to change her clothes. She topped off the look with a pair of large silver hoop earrings and an hourglass necklace. Slipping on the jacket and pulling her hair out so it rested on the outside of the jacket, she gave him a playful wink. "We should get going and just remember...you're a strong man and I love you very much."

As they left the apartment, she walked ahead of him so that it didn't show that they were together. As they reached the building, she looked around and smirked at the sports car across the street and down a little ways. There was her car decoy. Knocking upon the building door as she powered down her cell phone, she opened the door and looked inside. Smiling as she was instantly greeted with a man and a large rifle. She could tell that he knew who she was but she instantly cast pacification on him while she began to flirt with him, using all the charms she had. "Hey there pumpkin...I'm having a little bit of trouble." She stepped back just slightly so he could see the car as she pointed. "See there...my car is having issues. I don't know what happened, it just stopped and my cell seemed to have died on me so I can't call for help. Is there anything you can do to help me out? Maybe you have a phone that I could use..." The man's eyes barely wanted to leave her long enough to look at the car and her cell as she held it up for him to look at. He was weighing his options and then nodded his head after awhile before waving her into the building. "Aren't you precious?! Thank you so much. This means a lot to me." Mordechai didn't take long before he was in the building and the guard was a lump of flesh and bone on the floor. Looking up at him, she stifled her giggles but kissed him on the lips. "See...you were just fine." Taking the satchel from him, she tossed it over her head so the strap rested across her body and the bag at her hip. The easy part was done...the rest would be an adventure.

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