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A light wind billowed his robes and sent various peices of trash fluttering in all directions, he surveyed the surrounding area with eyeless sockets, he appeared to be in a dark and dank alleyway. The alley was littered with dustbins, trash bags, and a foul stench. He took a deep breath that rattled the amulets hanging from his ribs, he did love the smell of rot and decay, especially when it was the rot of mortals. A pile of old garbage shifted slightly in the darkness, he turned to face the noise and a single fearful eye stared back at him.

'What do we have here then..'

He lunged forwards and grabbed the vagrant by his jacket and hoisted him into the air. The grizzled man thrashed and struggled in his grip as he lifted him above his head with a single bony hand. He placed the tips of his left glove between his teeth, pulled it off and gripped the mans face tightly with his skeletal fingers.

'Sorry meatbag.'

The man stopped thrashing almost the instant he was touched, Oz threw the lifeless body to the floor and pulled his glove tightly back on. The empty eyes of the tramp stared into nothing, putrid green and black lines carved through the flesh on his face in the shape of a hand.

He didn't need to dispose of the body, noone would probably find it for days and if they did, he'd positioned the body of the tramp on its front so he merely appeared sleeping. He was sure noone would try to disturb him, the mortals would care about the vagrants life about as much as he did.

He shot a glance around the corner of the alley, it opened out into a long street filled with apartment blocks, each seperated by alleys just like the one he currently resided in. It appeared empty but just to be sure he hovered slightly lower than normal, at about a level of six and a half feet, so that his robes draped over the floor and out behind him. This made him not only slightly less inconspicuous, but also made sure that noone could catch a glimpse of the thin air between his robes and the pavement. He dashed across as quickly as he could, bobbing as he did so to give the illusion of running, and dissapeared into an alleyway on the other side of the street.

It was bright and early when the Hughey drop them off on the top of the Nakomoni
Building and went off across the sky and left her and Sanchez. They quickly went
over to the door to the top and used a very small shape charge to blow the lock and entered the building. They only had 40 stories to run down and get back up without getting picked up by the Vamps and whatever else had taken refuge here.
The good news was the security system was down so all they had to do was blow
the door on the 40th floor and a quick shot to the vault. They left the duffle bags full of goodies near the roof door.

There's an old adage that goes like this "No plan however perfect never survived when it made contact with the enemy." And this time was no exception they stumbled across a sleeping vampire(if you called what they did sleep) and he awoke and saw Bridget and Sanchez; but it was the burning rays of the sun that got his attention(he went up like a 'Roman Candle'). They closed the door and turned on the low-lite/thermographic googles and moved much more carefully down the stairs...the stairwells being a perfect echo chamber. They passed fire doors that had been rip off thier hinges and had to chance that there wasn't anything behind them as Bridget and Sanchez carefully down the stairs.

It took them 2 hours to get to the 40th floor. It looked like someone had torn at the door but failed to get in and behind the door was somebody's attempt to block themselves in here. Sanchez popped the lock with a very small shape charge which still echoed down the stair well; and the both of them moved the door and the junk behind it. There were bodies here about 15 with 3 still being alive; another twist in the plan...they just couldn't leave them there or shoot them down
though Bridget knew that the 'Nemisis Team' would have done just that. She gave Sanchez her canteen and he proceded to treat the 3 still alive (water and power bars). Bridget went looking for the Vault and low and behold she found it but it didn't look like the schematics they were given to go over. From what info Sanchez could get ....it was a time-locked vault and wouldn't open til noon. It was
also going to take lot more Demo than they carried in with them.

Cady could pass for human among the mortals due to the rosy tint the fresh blood, as well as the excitement of the kill, gave him. He felt envigoured, and ready to experiment something he had learned, but not perfected, since he was reborn. He wanders into an alleyway, and looks up. He closes his eyes a moment, lifts his arms, and then suddenly, withn a jolt he was about half a foot off the ground, where he stopped dead for two full seconds, before once again beginning to rise, much more slowly. He sped as he reached the fourth story of the building and clears the remaining two in just a few seconds, before moving over the top and landing gently. He laughs to himself as he looks around. A Monster's trick, that was, but it was exhilarating to let the monster go, be something less than human and more than it at the same instant. He suddenly looks at a tall building in the distance. The home of the vampires of New York, would he be welcome? Probably not, he would almost certainly not be expected, despite his advance greeting. The sun would rise soon and he didn't want to sleep under floorboards again, whatever they would think of him, he wanted to sleep under their roof, where their thoughts might drown out the mortal's constand flow of meaningles contemplation that plagued his mind whenever he was not feeding, hunting, killing. He had not yet learned how to respond to the stray thoughts of his kind, but he knew that some could, send messages across the warp of minds to one another, like threads of silver, but he could only think and hope that he is heard. Mortals he could almost command with a simple stare, but vampires, his kind, were far to complex. He once again lifts from his feet, and launches himself through the air towards the building, so fast a mortal might see a blurred silhouette against the cloudy night sky, but no real shape or form.

Cady was most of the way there when he saw her pelt out of the club, her fear at once excited him, and he knew she was scared. Perhaps not for herself, the lovely, brave wolf that she was, but she feared. Feared for her loved ones. Cady felt as if his heart was ready to burst, her emotions pouring into him. It was an obsession he had, and he knew it, but it was one he gave in to, almost as completely as he gave into his lust for blood. He lauches himself off the roof and it appear as if he's content to plumet to the earth, untill he moves towards here with terrible speed, like some dark wingless angel.

"..Xan!" He darted out after her, his heart racing. He was going to make himself sick with worry. Trying to keep up, he could never catch up with her. She was the fast one,

Terrified, she was startled when her feet moved her forwards.. Not away. Her wolf knew that Kinikki was nearby.. She could distract the monster - the only word that came to her mouth, he could flee.. Her mind filled with the most odd of thoughts, she swallowed, her eyes still the colour of gold and the pupils still slits.