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"You ******** tampered with the car, I don't know what you did yet, but guess what? We're gonna find out." Juggling the body with one hand, the vampire took out a skelephone, and dialed a short number, "Hey, we're just on the onramp to 666 coming from the human west coast. There's been an accident and a human death."

Shutting the phone, he gave the others a challenging glare, "They'll be here shortly. And I planned on him dying eventually, it's what humans do. I was taking a ******** shortcut, that would not only cut a half hour of traffic time, but give Mr. Pattinson some short, non-lethal exposure to FEAR. Some people are patient about this sort of thing. People that, apparently, aren't you."

Looking back for Robert, Marcus groaned as he didn't see him. He did not want to have to deal with the not so gentle giant having an emotional breakdown. Marcus had hardly 'gotten' over his. "Robert get out here." Giving the vampire an annoyed look, Marcus wished he'd brought Gale. It would have been a lot easier if they had someone from Death. The division of hitting things, shielding things, and healing things while simultaneously experimenting on them were very much not good with intel as far as Marcus was concerned.

Who ever the vampire had called put Marcus on edge. They might know they were hunters, they might not like this guy. "Planning on having him die later doesn't usually include going who knows how fast while ignoring the people in charge of keeping him safe. Those are things you do when you plan to kill someone then and there."
Arguing with him won't get you anywhere. I should know. Us vampire can be so delightfully stubborn.
Anything else about Vampires I should know?
He doesn't seem to be the typical vain you'd see, nor does he seem all that attractive. He's probably Halloweenborn.
Is that of any use?
No, but I like looking at him.

Looking at Jordan then the car.... This was halloween- or like the Haunted house. FEAR was ample but it wasn't overwhelming, but for how long he wasn't sure. "We wait." If the worst happened they could fight, but the less fighting they had to do the better. "I'm guessing they will be here shortly and we can then get this sorted out." A simple motion, pulling Dis off his ear before putting his hand in his pockets. He hoped Jordan would have caught the motion.

Try to 'talk' it out, if that failed, be ready to fight.

A single sniff left the car, before Robert's body lumbered out of the vehicle, breaking off a shoddy piece as it pressed against his side. He rubbed his nose with his sleeve, and stood like a slumped, sad shadow behind Marcus - completely oblivious to what he was planning to do. His response would be delayed.. but hey, at least he was there.

"Just.. goddamnit." He grumbled under his breathe, rubbing his eyes with one fist. He was pretty torn up about all of this.

The sound of an engine had Marcus stiffen, hand rubbing the ear clasp for comfort. He was nervous, and he kept popping his neck. Probably not the best thing to do with a vampire nearby but it was helping him from going back into freaking out. The animal motor made him step back slightly, Dis reminding him that such things were normal.

He was relying on Dis once more. He took a deep breath and began what he hoped, was a legit explanation. "Short story, he is trying to steal the body from us. Long story, we were hired earlier to protect Mr. Patterson from fans and anything else that might target him. After getting him to the limo that was supposed to head to the scheduled event, this man changed the route, and ignored our attempts to contact him and get any information from him. At this point we were left to assume he was attempting to kill the human. We were headed at a fatal speed and soon after the car went out of control. Mr. Patterson, the human," he tacked that on. Dis saying it would help detach him," was briefly still alive. Robert tried to revive him as he went, only for this guy to shove him aside and try to make off with the body. He admitted to us he intended to kill the human in order to turn him."

Dis fed the lines, and Marcus did the editing as needed. "Due to this one's interference, Patterson is dead, and now he wants to steal the body. Something that we can't really annoy under any circumstances."

That sounded good and professional right? He rubbed his head, they were not being attacked yet which was better than expected. Hopefully the charade wouldn't end anytime soon, the less fighting the better.

Robert had zero idea what was going on, and it was plain as the nose on his face. He did what he was best at, which was looking dumb and staying quiet when he didn't know what to say. He looked like a big, sniffly hulking monster behind Marcus and Jordan - and, perhaps, looking like a monster would work to their advantage. So he made his meanest face, and kept his trap shut.

The larger boogyman's tongue flicked out and tasted the air, his head swinging between them, "I taste a lie."

Abandoning its poking for a moment, the smaller one seemed to perk up at this, "Ohhh liars, huh? Big, fat ones too, I bet."

"More of a minor prevarication."

"Does that mean we can't set their pants on fire?" It drooped a little at the disappointment.

Shaking out of his air of trauma, the vampire finally answered, "Yes they're lying! They're the ones who caused the crash! And I have more claim over the body than anyone. I've been driving this human around at least once a week for over a year! This is the first time he even noticed one of my little detours! None of the other bodyguards were reapers! None of them ever even noticed!" He was practically panting with rage and frustration over the incident now. "I'm pretty sure I can raise him, but they insist on keeping the body, like they have any jack-damned right to it!"

The small one was busy miming the world's smallest violin, as the larger moved to inspect the limo. After a minute of looking over the bottom of the upside down vehicle, he hopped off, gripped the side, and flipped the entire thing over. Opening one of the door he looked inside, paying particular attention to the floor.

Satisfied he moved back to the civilians, dusting off his hands, "Someone used a bladed weapon in the back, took out some s**t." He grinned at the vampire, "You're free to go, but leave the body. It's evidence now, and we need to make sure it's prepared for world crossing. We'll contact you once the paperwork is dealt with."

The vampire looked ready to argue, but the reptilian smile just grew wider, revealing more and more viciously pointed teeth. With a huff, the vampire disappeared into a cloud of bats that slew off into the horizon with dozens of petulant shrieks.

Moment's later that grin was turned on the hunters, "Well, well, well...I took a s**t this morning that would have made a better hunter than you worthless ********! And geeze, Vek, next time light a match!" The smaller one concurred as it returned to poking the body with a stick it had found.

Dis remained silent as the boogeyman showed what he knew. The vampire was gone, which was one problem solved.. somewhat. Wary he took the only advice Dis had to offer. Tread carefully.

"Less a lie, more editing certain details. As you know what we are, there isn't much use in hiding it. We can't let the his body be user to become a f-" Dis caught him on it, and Marcus made a small quirk of his head. Mental passengers could be loud at times. "-a halloweener." A glance over at the one poking the body before looking back at the lizard man thing.

"But if you have such hunter candidate qualified shits I'm sure that our leaders would be interested in them so do feel free to send them to the leads. Specifically to Caelius or a Dr. H." He was probably going to be killed anyway. Might as well say it.

Sinclaire? They couldn't mean - no, actually, considering that these two seemed to be accustomed to working with hunters, it was quite possible that they were talking about Clarice. "We'd appreciate the assistance," Jordan said. "What's involved in the temporary fix?"

He glanced to Marcus, hoping that the Moon hunter would be sensible enough to work with this unlooked-for help. They were probably already in deep s**t for letting the mission go out of control so badly; what was another inch or two?