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Hunting
Rain pelted against the tower around him. He smiled, closing his eyes and turning his face to the heavens. John had always liked the rain. It was calming. Even in a hurricane. Though, calming as it was, it wasn't enough of a distraction for his tastes. He opened his eyes again, looking down at the street again, almost instantly spotting the targets. A large black man, built like he should be a defensive lineman, wearing a brown trench coat, and a white one, well built but tiny in comparison to his larger black companion, wearing a dark jacket and with his wet hair slicked back. He looked up at the tower across from himself, at the woman crouched on the railing there. She nodded to him and they looked to the side where a second man was taking photos of the targets. After a moment, he put the camera away and nodded to the woman. Then, as one, they all dropped off the towers. As they fell, the man heard his black leather coat flapping in the wind. underneath it, his black Tee-shirt and custom-tailored jeans got soaked in the water. He grimaced. That was always his least favorite part of being in the rain.
He landed lightly in a back alley, fixing his coat before stepping out and joining a crowd, quickly working his way through it to the subway tunnel where the targets had just gone in. He slipped inside, pulling out a set of headphones once he was out of the rain, putting one earbud in on the right side and tucking the other securely in his collar. Then, he pushed play, Linkin Park beginning to fill his right ear. Once that was done, he walked calmly through the crowd, pushing lightly past them until he was in the subway station. Just as he arrived, the black man spun, staring at the man that had been taking pictures of the targets, eyes narrowing instantly.
"Bloods!" the man shouted, pulling a pair of Uzis from his coat and opening fire on the man.
John ducked behind one of the support pillars, bobbing his head in time with his music as he drew a Walther p99 from inside his coat. Then, he stepped out, turning and firing at the black man. One of the bullets grazed his arm and the man ducked into cover just as the other man stepped out off to the side with a Desert Eagle, firing at John's female teammate. John and she ducked into cover just as several bullets hit the other male. He collapsed, groaning as ultraviolet light began to shine from inside of him, burning him to ash from inside. John shook his head before stepping back out and putting two bullets in the white target's chest then one in his shoulder. He staggered back then turned, to flee, firing back at John wildly, hitting a cowering woman in the shoulder as he did. She collapsed to the floor and a man nearby hurried over to her, putting pressure on the wound, clearly a doctor.
John's other final teammate, who had been standing rear guard at the stairs, hurried into the subway station finally, firing his own P99 at the black man, making him retreat into the subway car before firing through a window at John's teammate. John swung his gun around firing at the man and he took cover, his firing stopping, allowing John's teammate to fire at him as well. John stopped, letting his teammate handle it, and went after the other, following closely behind his female teammate.
"How'd he get away from you Selene?" John asked. "I thought you never miss."
"Don't start," Selene snapped.
They had gotten out of the subway on the far side then taken the tunnel to a corner where the target had run. They rounded the target at a sprint but slowed to a stop as they reached a dead end. The only way to go was a grate on the floor. John walked over, lifting the grate out of the way then checking his mag and huffing, putting it back in and tucking his p99 into his coat, pulling out a Type 54 Black Star. He dropped into the tunnel and instantly dropped as bullets flew over his head. Then, he spun, putting two shots into the target's chest yet again before one hit between his eyes and he dropped. John stood, keeping his pistol on the man as he walked over and stopped over him. He put a second bullet in the man's brain to be sure before putting his pistol away as Selene dropped in, walking over to stand next to him. He picked up the target's Desert Eagle and pulled out the mag, staring at the bullets that glowed slightly with UV light, not enough to burn them but enough to tell them their purpose. He put the round back in just as something big landed behind them. Selene spun, hurling several silver disks that extended blades as they flew, stabbing the werewolf behind them in the chest and making it stagger backward and fall to the ground. The thing was still very much alive, however. John drew his Type 54 again but the werewolf leapt up through the hole and was gone.
"Got away," John reported, walking back to Selene. "Come on. These tunnels let out somewhere, and it's safer than walking back that way where the cops are looking for us.
Selene nodded and they started down the tunnel, finding a gate and kicking it open then stopping a little ways further as the sound of roars and growls reached their ears from a tunnel further on. Before they could investigate, however, the door they had come through burst open. They both took off running, soon losing their pursuer in the maze of tunnels before finding a gate out into the rain. They walked through it and to their waiting car, getting in and heading back to their mansion, where the others were waiting.
Once back, Selene and John instantly hurried through the house to the armory where John set the pistol on the desk.
"We have a serious problem," Selene said.
"They're ultraviolet rounds," John said. "Burned Rigel to a crisp. Nathaniel might still be out there, but I'd wager he got taken out by the other Lycan."
"You don't know that!" Selene snapped.
"Use your head, Selene," John said. "He went after the big one, then the big one went after us."
"What'd you find?" a self-glorified and over-important voice all but demanded from behind them.
They turned to find Kraven, leader of their vampire coven standing behind them with his men.
"UV rounds," Kahn, the weapons master, stated, looking at a round he was holding in a pair of tweezers. "Probably military, something they stole. Maybe some sort of high-tech tracer round."
"Never heard of a tracer round that uses UV light," John said. "I'd wager it's exactly what it seems, a round designed with us in mind."
"You expect me to believe that a bunch of mangy animals created a round specifically designed to kill vampires?" Kraven snarled.
"Maybe not the Lycans directly, but someone did, yes," John said. "They may have had help from an exiled vampire, or maybe they're more than mangy beast. Either way, this is a problem."
He glanced past Kraven at the blonde vampire who had her eyes practically glued to his back. She looked at him and he nodded.
"Erika," John greeted.
"John," Erika said before returning to staring at Kraven.
"We need to gather the Death Dealers and head back down there in force," Selene said.
"Absolutely not, not for a random incursion," Kraven said. "The Awakening is only a few days away and this house in in a state of unrest as it is."
"Random?" Selene scoffed. "They opened fire on us in full view of the public."
"And then in the tunnels we heard Lycans," John said. "Dozens at least. Maybe hundreds."
"How do you know?" Kraven asked.
"We know what a Lycan sounds like and we could hear them having dog fights," John said.
"Did you see them?" Kraven asked.
"No," John said. "But when was the last time you were near Lycans? For the last six hundred years, you've been cooped up in the house playing king. You do remember that you're not in charge, right?"
"No, I'm just holding the seat for another few hundred years until Viktor wakes up," Kraven said. "But until then, I'm in charge. And I say we're not sending our Death Dealers into those tunnels on mere speculation."
"He's right," Kahn said. "There hasn't been a den of that magnitude for centuries. Not since the days of Lucien."
"I know that Kahn," Selene snapped. "But I'd still feel better if you'd send a team down there to prove me wrong."
Kahn looked to Kraven who sighed.
"Fine," Kraven groaned. "Have your men tighten things up. Soren will lead a team to search the tunnels."
"Absolutely not!" Selene snapped instantly. "I'll lead the team myself!"
"No!" Kraven snapped. "Soren will lead the team."
"Viktor would believe me," Selene snarled as she stormed off.
"I'd never dream of treating you like that," Erika said, walking over to stand in front of Kraven.
"Of course you wouldn't," Kraven said. "Now run along and make sure she's dressed and ready for the arrival of her guests."
Erika hesitated a moment before nodding and walking away. John sighed, putting his pistols on the table before following, catching up quickly.
"You try too hard," John said. "Making it obvious won't win Kraven over."
"Shut up John," Erika snapped.
"Just saying," John said. "He's after Selene for the social power it will give him."
"I said shut up!" Erika snapped, turning to him. "What would you understand about unrequited love anyway? You're just a hot-headed Jock who think's he's tough shit because he can shoot a gun when in reality you're nothing more than a stuttering idiot!"
She grabbed his headphones, ripping them away from him, pulling the one still playing into his right ear out and he winced as she walked away. He put the headphone back in and sighed.
"I'd understand more than you know, Erika," John sighed. "Eh, maybe next century I'll be able to talk without music playing."
He walked back the way he had come and then into the training room to practice shooting and martial arts.
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