Chapter 16

May be he was driving too fast, Camus didn't know. Nor did he care, because his best friend was currently lying in the back seat, unconscious and suffering from a bad gunshot wound to the shoulder. Pulling a hard left, Camus started to round on the Mathiu Silverburg Memorial hospital on Muse street. He skidded outside and into a parking space beautifully before leaping from the car and pulling Miklotov with him.

It had been three hours. And it was way past closing time, however Camus had been able to pull some strings with the big cheese here, a woman by the name of Regina Apple. Camus also had a lot of authority now that he was the newly reinstated head DI of Highland city police. Now headed by George Granmeyer, who had quickly come out of retirement when he heard about Gorudo's death.

He had taken the police from the Mafia's grip just before the attack on Blight Arms and had also organised a raid.

Camus silently thanks the god he had forsaken years ago that there were still sane men like him left in the city.

He looked up and took another sip of his coffee.

"Man, all these late nights are going to be hell for my rugged god looks." He chuckled to himself, rubbing his eyes "Aw hell, its unhealthy when a guy can crack himself up."

"Its also unhealthy for a man to be talking to himself." Said Voice from behind him, Camus span round and saw the familiar tall, thin frame of Shu, his handsome face lit up with a grin. Camus eyes widened.

"Didn't you die in the attack?"

"Did you really think I'd be so stupid as to actually go with them?" He sneered, sitting down next to Camus.

"Why are you here? And why are you wearing a doctors coat?" Asked Camus, bemused.

"I had to get in here somehow, and not all of us can be head DI's you know." He said, and then handed the slightly confused policeman a slip of paper "Come here at ten o'clock."

"What? No!" Camus shouted, coming to his senses somewhat. "I need to get my friends results."

"Ah yes. The loud one. With the stick up his ass." He grinned "You really care for him don't you?"

"He's like a brother." Said Camus "I never had a family, his kind of took me in."

"I know." Said Shu calmly.

"You do? How could you know?" Camus said, not looking at Shu

"You'll find everything out when you come here at ten." He said, pointing to the piece of paper. Camus took it from him, it said 14 Greenhill Close.

"Classy." He said, looking at Shu. A few days ago he might have angrily inquired as to what this was all about and why he had to come. But not now, he was tired, he hurt and his best friend's life was in the balance.

"Just go ok?" Said Shu, suddenly Camus remembered

"No, I have to stay to find out Mikki's tests." Shu sighed at this

"Fine, here." He said, producing a folded piece of paper from his lab coat "I anticipated that this might be your reaction."

He handed the piece of paper to the you policeman who unfolded it and looked at hi9s friends stats. He was suffering from a shattered collar bone and internal bleeding, other than that he would be fine within a few months. Camus felt relief wash over him.

"Thank god." He said quietly, then turned to say something to Shu but he was already gone, Camus could hear his footsteps through the corridors.

"Be there at ten Camus." He called over his shoulder as he left the building.

Driving quickly back to his apartment, Camus armed himself and ran out, suddenly a dark figure leaped in front of him

"Prepare to die mortal! For I am the WAMPIRE!!!!"

"Get outta my way Jimmy." Said Camus, but the tall vampire-alike barred his way

"You haf not been paying your rent mortal." He said, a stern expression on his deathly white face.

"Aw shut up man, I'll give it to you tomorrow. I've got somewhere to go."

"You better punk, I mean, mortal!" he said, and then swooped away humming the Apollo launch music loudly to add to the effect.

"That guy needs a girlfriend." Mumbled Camus, who then leaped into his stolen Beamer and drove off.

Greenhill Close was where rich people who hadn't actually earned it lived, the idiot aristocrat and such. Therefore it was free of any kind of corruption because, in all honesty, the residents where certainly not intelligent enough for organised crime.

Camus pulled up outside one of the bigger houses and helped himself to some water from the fountain, he then grinned and knocked the penis off a stone cherub water feature.

He looked around, the houses were built onto a hill over looking the city. It was so contrasting, with its smoggy industrial area, glitzy showbiz one and then the slums, where Camus had grown up, having to fight for food and score drugs to keep his mind off the pain of everyday life.

Shaking his head, Camus walked along 'til he found number fourteen, it was probably one of the smaller mansions, but still very grand, with two Mercedes parked in the front and a gate keeping him out.

He walked over to the intercom and pressed the button

"Yo, I was told to come here by Shu, its me, Camus."

He heard the intercom buzz and a calm but slightly gruff sounding voice answered

"Yeah, come in." Another buzz, and the gates opened slowly, allowing Camus access to the huge parking lot/front drive.

Looking slightly apprehensively around, Camus walked along the drive until he reached the almost cavernous front doors. He knocked and it opened. His eyes widened at the site of the person who answered it.

"You!"

"Yep." Said Leon Silver burg "Me, why don't you come in?"