"Good," said the man behind the desk, "Very good. So we are building the weapon?"
"Yes sir." said Carter, "We are in the process of creating it."
"The girl forfeited her honor then? She renounced her family?"
"Yes," said Carter, "She did put up a decent fight though."
"Ah," said the man behind the desk, "I see. Kill her."
"Yes sir," said Carter, "I'll arrange for her execution."
Alright guys, we will be reaching the facility in thirty minutes. Get locked and Loaded, 'cause we're going in.
All around Johnny, the insurgents prepared for battle. He had never been in such a crowd before. A crowd ready and willing to die for a cause he and Mavis started.
Don't worry, they don't have anti-aircraft guns. They probably think that we're some commercial airplane
"Thanks George." grumbled Gerschiv.
The insurgents locked and loaded their guns, strapped in grenades, and put on their camo jackets. In the front, a man older than George took the control, and George came to the back, with the rest of the insurgents. For a soldier, he looked quite old, with his greying mustache, but he strapped on two grenades and loaded his gun.
"I served active duty in Afghanistan for sixteen years guys," he said, noticing the looks some people were giving him, "I know what I'm doing."
The private jet eventually landed on a ridge half a mile away from the facility. There, the troops went out, twenty following Johnny and the rest following Gerschiv. The two groups made their way down the ridge, until they spotted the facility in the distance. It sure did look like a prison. The snow created icicles that glistened even from their distance. Johnny was already getting cold. Luckily for them, the forest was there to keep them hidden.
"Come on," he said, "Let's keep moving."
The group of about 50 insurgents made their way over, until they were only about two hundred meters away from the facility, still concealed within the treeline.
Gerschiv took out his sniper. It was a lethal weapon, able to hit anything within a mile. Two hundred meters should be easy. It came with a suppressor, to hide the noise so it didn't give their location.
Johnny looked at the exterior of the facility. He counted five, six, seven, eight guards wandering outside.
Gerschiv used his sniper to quickly kill three of them. The other 5 were all in sight of each other, so he quickly signalled his group to get on the facility.
Gerschiv's group of thirty troops silently got onto the exterior of the facility, climbing the cold metal ladders to the top. One of the guards was lucky enough to notice them.
Instantly, gunfire broke out. The group of thirty quickly overwhelming the five guards, with two casualties on the insurgent side.
Johnny's group moved in on the bottom doors, prying the rusty doors open easily with a crowbar. Unfortunately for the people who ran the facility, they did not seem to be expecting an attack from anyone.
Johnny led the way, quickly taking down a guard without even firing his gun, instead deciding to clobber the guard with the butt of his shotgun.
Johnny followed the signs to where it said, "Holding Facility", which he took as meaning, "Prison".
Suddenly, upstairs, there was a loud explosion and yelling. Gerschiv seemed to be meeting some resistance.
Johnny signaled for his men to stay down. He silently crept to the end of the hallway, where there was a turn. When he turned around, he saw a group of three guards, pointing their guns at...Mavis.
Johnny's vision turned sharp the moment his eyes laid on her. She was the reason he was here. Without even signaling to his men, he crept out from behind the corner and fired his shotgun, killing two of the men, then clobbered the last one in the face.
When Johnny tried to get near Mavis, however, she backed away, "Don't get near me!"
Johnny paused, "Mavis? It's me. It's me, Johnny."
Mavis began to rock back and forth, and tears began forming in her eyes, "I've told you what you've wanted to hear," she cried, "Leave me alone!"
Johnny ran up to Mavis and kissed her. This seemed to clear her mind.
"Johnny…?" she asked, her eyes widening.
Before she could say anything else, however, gunfire began to crackle behind them. Johnny's men began firing at something that Johnny couldn't see thanks to the fact that he was on the wrong end of the corner.
"Listen, Mavis, I'm here to get you outta here, come on." said Johnny urgently, helping Mavis up.
Mavis stared at him, "You're not….an illusion?"
Johnny stared at her, a combination of anger and sorrow brewing inside of him. What have they done to Mavis?
"Mavis, I'm real. This is real. Come on, you have to trust me." said Johnny, "Here." he handed Mavis an AK-47, "Come on!"
Mavis shakily ran after Johnny, where Johnny's men had cleared out the guards who tried to stop them.
As their group ran out of the facility, they met Gerschiv, who was being dragged by two of his men out of the facility, "Damn guards managed to hit my legs," he roared, firing his sniper back at the enemy troops, "I see you got your girl there, come on!" he yelled at Johnny.
As they began to retreat into the forest, the facility's troops took chase, coming out of the facility in droves, firing at their backs.
In what seemed like fifteen furious minutes, Johnny and Gerschiv, along with their men and Mavis, managed to get onto the private jet.
The old man at the pilot seat flipped a few switches, and the Jet's engines whirred to life, flying them away from the facility.
When they reached the caves, Johnny was worried. True, the operation had been successful, but Mavis didn't seem right. She didn't talk, she just stared at the ground, and sometimes she looked as if she was about to cry.
Johnny and Mavis both walked into their cave room, after the celebrations. That was when Johnny walked over to Mavis, "Mav, what did they do to you in the facility?"
Mavis sat down on the bed, shaking, "They...They wanted me to renounce my family."
Johnny stared, "What, why? What good does that do them?"
"T-they probably n-needed it to cr-create their weapons," said Mavis, "They needed m-magic, so they were f-following the instructions of a b-book they found in Moscow."
Mavis began to cry, rocking back and forth on the bed, "It's all my fault. I should've known...I should've known…"
Johnny patted her on the back, "Should've known what?" he asked softly.
"T-they used illusions...of y-you and dad t-to coax me into s-saying it," she cried, "I t-thought you were being t-tortured..."
Mavis then hugged Johnny, this time not letting go, "I promise you," said Johnny, "We're never, ever, going to be separated again."
Mavis continued crying, then broke the hug, "But now they have the weapon, and it's all my fault." she said, shaking.
"Mavey, it's not your fault, they tortured you into it." said Johnny.
"But I gave in!" she cried, "If only I had resisted for a longer time-"
"Hey," Johnny kissed her, "You couldn't have resisted any longer. If you could've done that, then you would have. I know that for a fact."
Mavis stared at the ground, tear streaks still on her face, "Johnny, do you love me?"
"Of course I do, what type of question is that?" asked Johnny.
"In the facility, th-they made an illusion of you a-and you said you d-didn't love me a-anymore."
Johnny immediately felt anger rising up in him, "Listen, Mav, I'll love you, no matter what. You're literally all I have."
Mavis smiled weakly, "Thanks, Johnny…"
She fell asleep, right there in Johnny's arms.
Johnny tucked Mavis into the bed, pulling the sheets over her. Something told him that she would need to sleep for a long time before she could get her energy back.
"They WHAT?" roared the man behind the desk.
Carter was by now positively shaking, "The insurgents infiltrated the base, raided our weapons storage and, according to footage from the cameras, also rescued Miss Dracula.
"Mmmm…" the man behind the desk pondered for some time, "I guess we lose nothing but a facility. We still have the proper ingredients for our weapon."
Carter nodded, "Yes we do, sir." he said.
"Redistribute our troops equally amongst all our facilities. We'll let them make the first move this time." said the man behind the desk.
Carter saluted, "As you wish."
Two days later…
Johnny had just gotten back from combat training with the other insurgents. Those guys could really punch. He ran back to his room, as he always did after pretty much every activity in the cave, and when he opened the door, he grinned.
"Mavis! You're finally up!" yelled Johnny, running over to her and kissing her.
Mavis smiled, "Yeah, how long was I asleep?"
Johnny checked the tally marks that he had created on the wall, "About...fifty two hours and forty five minutes."
"I was asleep for two days?"
"Pretty much, yeah." said Johnny.
Mavis hesitated, "Where did you sleep then?" she asked. The bed was only large enough for one person.
Johnny shrugged, "I slept on the ground. I didn't want to-"
Mavis tackled him with a hug, "You are literally the best husband ever." Mavis said, kissing him.
Johnny laughed nervously, "Someone got their strength back."
"Yeah, that facility had some weird stuff that prevented me from using my powers." said Mavis. She tried to get back up, but winced slightly. Johnny noticed.
"Woah Mavis, you okay?" asked Johnny.
"I'm fine...It's just, ow." Mavis rubbed her back.
"Let me see," said Johnny. He lifted up Mavis's shirt until he saw all the scars on her back. There were probably more than a hundred. "Mavis...how did you take all of this?"
Mavis shrugged, "Vampires have regenerative flesh, so it should be fine."
Johnny didn't like it, but there wasn't anything he could do about it.
"Sir!" Carter Wilson turned around as one of his intel officers ran up to him, "Sir, we have evidence that the insurgents are hiding in the French Alps, we have their exact location."
Carter Wilson smiled, "Are they vulnerable?"
"They're hiding in the mountains, so they do have a means of protection. However, we believe that our Tomahawk S-2 missiles should be able to punch through it."
Carter Wilson nodded, "Launch the missiles immediately, I will inform my superior of our discovery."
The officer nodded, "Yes sir, and should I also deploy troops?"
Carter Wilson hesitated, remembering his boss's order to keep all his troops at the facilities, "Send the reserves only."
"Yes sir."
A few moments later, six Tomahawk S-2 missiles were launched at the cave base in the French Alps, and 300 troops were silently taking position around the it.
Training was too easy for Mavis. She punched every single opponent she came across so hard it knocked them out with one hit. Whenever someone tried to charge her she simply turned to mist. The only person she wasn't willing to hit was Johnny.
The training room was a large, circular stone cave room that George and the others had turned into an arena. It was meant for training, but most people called it "the arena".
"Damn girl, you got some fists." said Gerschiv, right after recovering from a hit that sent him flying twenty feet back into the wall.
Mavis laughed, actually enjoying herself, "It's vampire strength," she said, "no worries."
After training, Johnny confronted George, telling him about how Mavis had given the government the last ingredient to the weapon that they were developing under torture.
George sighed, "Then, we must be ready when they launch it. I'm afraid that I don't have any idea what the weapon is specifically, only that it will cause devastation to everything in the world."
"Then we've gotta move fast!" said Johnny urgently, "Where are they developing this weapon?"
"According to my intel, it can be in either Moscow, Omsk (Siberia), or St. Kilda, an isolated island in the mid-atlantic." said George.
"Well, we can go to one of them, get the leader, and ask him where the main base is, and if it is the main facility, then great." said Johnny.
"Patience," said George calmly, "We will take action, just not right now."
"Why not?" asked Johnny, "What's stopping us?"
George shrugged, "It's tradition amongst these insurgents to take a 3-day break off after an operation, and I can't say I blame them. We lost some good men at the facility."
Johnny sighed, "Fine, but tomorrow, we better make progress."
George smiled, "Of course, Johnny."