Driving into the village, you may as well have scripted it from a spahgetti western. There was nobody, the roads were crap, even some garbage was blowing across the street. Overhaul sat in the front seat with Duane. In the back, Xavier sat behind overhaul in the right and Hack and Slash, only seperatable by their clothes and hair, were sitting beside Xavier.

"Wow, we're really in vampire central." Xavier commented agitatedly.

Duane shook his head. "Its 2:30 in the afternoon, moron."

Overhaul shook his head in turn. "You two, cut it out before I shit kick both your bony white asses."

Duane looked "There's the inn."

It was an inn alright, it looked like the kind of hotel, you know the ones. Where you'd buy the room and get a hooker too. Thats what Duane felt like. Almost entirely reconsidering his decision. But, regardless he pulled upto the inn that looked abandoned more or less. Except for the fact that a really old and really wore down station wagon sat in the parking lot by the office.

Duane looked "Who's all coming in? Seperate rooms?" He nodded to himself in agreement. "good." He walked towards the office. The hotel imminated the strong smell of marijuana. Not surprising really. Its murkey grey discoloration was only noticable behind the fact that most of the paint had chipped away, or in some cases been vandalised over.

He walked into the office and groaned. The incandescent light was placed horribly and made Duane feel like he was walking in a 80's horror film. He rang the bell on the desk, and a younger man, about mid twenties Duane guessed walked out. He looked like he just pryed himself out of bed, and the one working fan blew his hair and only illuminated that fact. "Can I help you?"

Duane blinked. "Yes, I'd like to get 4 rooms please.

The man blinked. He hesitated for a moment and leaned in real close. "You sure bout' that? Havent you heard the rumors?"

Duane looked curius as he blinked. "Well we're just travelling and we've been driving for about 20 hours. I thought we'd camp here. Is there something wrong with that?"

The man shook his head. "Nah, 4 rooms for the night will cost you about 80...err, times four. Umm."He really seemed to be struggling with his math.

Duane wasnt about to do his math for the man. He just handed the man 500 dollars in hundred dollar bills. "Will this do sir?" he asked naively. Putting on quite the act.

The man took the dollar bills happily. "Yes sir. Thanks, er, pleasure to be doin buisness with you." He handed him four keys. Rooms 101-104. There ya go. Hope you enjoy your stay.

Duane thanked the guy and walked back to the hummer. Handing Overhaul 101, Xavier 102, Hack and Slash were to share room 103 and he kept room 104's keys. "Okay, here's the plan, we'll walk the town, everyone be careful, even though its daytime. We dont know what we're getting into here. Once you feel you know it well enough. Come back to your hotel room, 10:30 we'll be hitting the bar. Okay? We'll do out hit and run, and then prepare our second strike back home tomorrow. Sound good?"

Everyone nodded. Duane took the keys out of the ignition of the hummer. Everyone got out of the hummer. "Yo, Duane, mind if I tag with you?" Overhaul asked Duane curiously. Duane nodded. "freetime til 10:30." He said tapping on his watch with his index finger.

Duane and Overhaul took off down the street. The roads were so empty, it was virtually as if a ghost town had came to life, and took its stake right here. Overhaul looked to Duane. "Im nervous about this man."

"We all our, denial of our fear is what gets you killed." Duane replied quickly and calmly.

"I understand that. But I mean, these are vampires we're up against. What if they got them familiars, you know. Like in blade?" Overhaul asked curiously.

Laughing a bit, Duane just smirked. "Yeah, dont worry. If the vampires have any familiars, then we'll find out about the vampires sooner than later."

Overhaul looked curious now. "Huh? Is that supposed to be a good thing or something."

Duane grinned. "Well... I mean, I am technically dead right. And they dont know it. But would you want the worlds most dangerous bounty hunter on your ass? Vampire, Mummy, Mutant or Diplomat?"

Overhaul smirked. "Well... If he was dead, I wouldnt care."

Duane nodded. "Exactally."

Overhaul laughed a bit and shook his head. "You realize you... cant really make a name for yourself. They pretty much cover up anything we do that would make public news anyway."

Duane shook his head. "So much for that." he said sarcasticaly.

The street they were walking down was peticularily empty. More or less deserted was a beter description. The roads were dusty and buildings looked empty and unused. This town was small. Duane assumed that not 100 people lived here before the vampires arrived on the scene. And those that weren't killed were too scared to leave their houses, and Duane definately couldnt blame them for that.

Overhaul was slightly intimidated by the emptiness of the small town. How bad were these vampires? He'd never seen vampires. Only ever thought they were myth until he joined the team. After seeing his first Werewolf he was still skeptical. But once that superteam that Duane used to be a part of ended that mage's little terror run. Overhaul was all for the idea that even Vampires existed.

They made a lap around the small village. It took all of 40 minutes unfortunately. And then they made the walk back to the Inn, a place Duane would much rather be out of than in. It looked like a prison, and smelled like old cheeze. But Duane set up shop contently none the less. Opting to risk it and take a nap until 9:00 rolled around, that way he would be at full energy for the big night.

Waking up to the rather frustrating sound of his alarm clock. Sitting up he just groaned lightly. He had a plan and he had to make sure that it went off without a hitch. He arrranged a small meeting with his crew. They all stood or sat in his hotel room. "Listen... Im going to be doing a bit of role playing tonight." Duane spoke calmly. He was wearing his long black hair in a pony tail. He had a fleece pullover zipped all the way up, his sunglasses rested calmly on his head and he wore some blue jeans. "Im sure I hardly come across as intimidating."

"Other than the fact that you're a physically large person?" Xavier raised a curious eyebrow. "You cant hide your muscle behind a silly sweater and a pony tail." he continued.

Duane nodded. "True... but either way. Vampires are very confident. And if I give off the fact that I am a tourist, and im visiting the village for the day. I'll probably be a very tasty treat for two or three of them.

Overhaul looked curiously as he stood, arms folded as he stood. "What about us? what do you want the rest of us to do."

Shrugging as he paced the hotel room, Duane looked to them. "You guys can do whatever you want. Have fun, drink, be merry. But You'll know, by the time I leave, hopefully we'll have attracted some attention from the right people."

He thought to himself. "Hack and Slash, I want you two to be on ambush. Your teleporting is very valuable for surprise attacks. And if we find ourselves outnumbered. It'd be excellent for evening up the score."

Xavier looked "Well, what is your exact agenda then? This hardly seems organized."

"This is more or less for informational. How they act and how they deal with said situations. Im sure they'll be very curious once a few of their own dissapear tonight." Duane nodded.

"We cant just go in there asking for the fanged fuckers?" Overhaul asked curiously. "It'd be alot simpler dont ya think?"

"No... Vampires are usually very brave. But in a town like this, they've probably scared the people they havent vamped or ghouled. And we wont get a very large response. Trust me, if we play it low key, look feeble and like we wouldnt be missed. They'll take our bait. The less significant we look, the beter." Duane nodded. "Now, everyone know what they're doing?"

The group nodded and they soon departed. Hack and Slash returned to their room. Xavier, Duane and Overhaul all started their walk to the local bar. Duane was the first to walk in, Xavier dressed rather casually compared to how he usually dressed, and Overhaul in a simple jeans and a T-shirt, a large portion of the bar looked over at them, as they were not regulars to the bar, or the town.

It was a typical small town bar. Nothing too flashy, the bar counter was lined with stools few occupied. In all there was probably about 25 or 30 people in the bar. Duane walked upto the bar counter and he got a beer. Xavier sat at a table in the back corner of the bar and Overhaul walked over to the dart board and began playing darts.

Duane looked to the bartender. "So what's there to do in this town?"

"Not much to do, this towns more or less a truck stop. You new in town?" The bartender replied.

"Just passing through, staying the night." Duane replied casually. "Nice little set up you got here."

The bartender only nodded. "Yeah, we have nice days."

"What about the nights?" Duane asked casually. The bartender looked up but said nothing immediately.

"This bar's the only thing in town as far as nightlife is concerned." was his careful reply. Duane noticed this and drank his beer. Looking around the bar. There were people dancing, chatting, seemed like the usual small town bar. Vibrant and lively to contrast a seemingly none existant lifelyness during the daytime hours. Greatly unusual as far as Duane was concerned.

Overhaul was shooting darts, and he was surprisingly good. Duane took his beer and walked over. Looking to him. "You're pretty good at darts man."

"I used to be 'professional'. Like those guys on ESPN2. I made a fair bit of coin before I became a security guard." Overhaul spoke proudly. Trying to remember that what they did was top secret.

Duane just nodded. "A friend of mine, she'd probably give you a run for your money."

Overhaul smriked "She?"

Duane nodded. "Yeah, old friend. Lets just say she's a natural."

Xavier watched from the corner, wondering how he ended up in this mess in the first place. He watched intently on a group that sat in the bar at a table in an adjecent corner of the bar. They seemed to have their eyes on Duane, not in any sort of safe way. But he would only sit as instructed for now. As much as he disliked Duane, he respected General Lassiter enough to have selected Duane because he was the best for the job, despite Xaviers desire to have Duanes position. He was sure that in due time that Duanes brash ego and action would get him removed from the squad and Xavier would take his rightful place as the leader.

The bar was relatively boring and didnt really start emptying until about 2:30. Duane and Overhaul eventually grew bored of Darts, and moved onto Pool. Xavier had noticed but didnt bother mentioning that the same group of people at the one table hadn't moved unless for obtaining drinks or going to the washrooms.

Duane yawned and looked to Overhaul and Xavier nodding twice then announcing to Overhaul "Well I guess its time we head back to the hotel, long day of driving ahead of us." Looking over to the bartender. "Thank you for your hospitality sir."

The bartender nodded and Duane and Overhaul left. Xavier smirked to himself as if he'd seen it coming. The group at the other table got up and left after them. Xavier just waited before he too was exiting the bar.

Duane and Overhaul walked along the damp street. It must have rained during the time they were in the bar because the roads were damp and the moonlight reflected off of the wet surface. Looking behind him he noticed a few following him, looking to Overhaul he smriked "Bingo." which resulted in Overhaul also glansing.

Duane slowed down on purpose to allow the group to catch up. Once they did Duane got a good look at them. One was a very large man, bald wearing a denim jacket over a dirty t-shirt and muddy bluejeans. The one to his left was wearing what appeared to be cammo's and combat boots with a black t-shirt. A little too redneck marine for duane's liking. The other two had to be twins, bout 5'7" short guys, wearing one a blue t-shirt and the other a long sleved white shirt. Both wearing blue jeans. Duane looked at them. "mornin' gentlemen."

One grunted. "You enjoyin' our small town?"

Overhaul smiled and nodded. "The bar was nice."

"Noone asked, nigger." replied the largest one. Overhaul took great offenee to this and stepped upto him. Duane didnt bother stopping him.

"What did you call me!" Overhaul became very close in, not quite as tall but definately big enough to stand upto the brute. The brute gave a slight grunt. Opening his mouth bearing his fangs. Overhaul did his best to act intimidated. "What the fuck?" was all he said before the brutes arm swung, hitting Overhaul clean down the road.

Duane blinked looking, "What the hell are you guys!" He said taking a few steps back.

The one who looked like he just finished fighting a war lead them as they persued Duane. "We're Vampires, you patetic human. And we run this town."

Duane blinked "Vampires? they're... they're real!"

The twins this time spoke "Thats right, what are you gonna do... run?" and in the blink of an eye, they were behind him. "There's nowhere for you to go." And the brute approached Duane and picked him up, throwing him into a nearby car. Duane winced violently, seeing Xavier take his time to approach. And then looking over to Overhaul who was taking his time to stand up. Duane forced himself to his feet. "Are you guys always so eager to take down what looks so easy?" He said unzipping his fleece pullover. His pistols sitting in their rightful shoulder holsters.

The vampires paused ."What are you? Brave?" the one wearing the fatigues looked curiously. Duane stood up and smirked. "You ever hear of mutants fuck face?" He could see it, the two fast ones making their move again, his vision thankfully slowed them down and he drew his guns and took four quick shots with his pistols. The bloodspray was as if a red spraycan exploded if you set it on fire, and the two, now hopefully re-dead corpses layed motionless on the ground.

The brutish one stepped forward, blinking. "Impossible." And this is what Overhaul needed to distract as he charged forward, and with all his might tackling him to the ground, only to have him effortlessly toss Overhaul off of him like he was a simple paperweight.

Duane stepped forward, placing his pistols back into their holsters after reloading the clips. "The only thing impossible around here is how you vampire assholes worked to take over an entire village."

The one who looked like he wanted to be an army corporal was next to speak up "Who the fuck are you?"

Duane smirked as he saw Xavier approaching. "Think of us as... Special police."

Xavier leapt at the 'general' as Duane mentally nicknamed him. Blood sprayed out as Xaviers sword cut through him like butter. "MOVE DUANE!" he announced as he proceded to give the general a steel forged enema.

Duane sprinted at the Brute, and tried to tackle him except for an intervening arm bouncing Duane off of him like a pinball. Rolling on the ground he winced as the impact was alot harder on both the arm and the pavement than he anticipated.

Xavier stood neutrally as the brute circled with him. Both of them intent on attacking one another. Duane and Overhaul both found themselves getting to their feet as Xavier was the first to attack and watched as Xavier made a dextrous slash but the brute parried on his arm. Duane blinked, so much for bullets. "Fuck."

He looked to Overhaul. "Overhaul... I got an idea." He yelled. as Xavier and The Brute exchanged in a currently neutral combat. Overhaul staggered over to Duane.

"What's that?" he asked as Duane lead him to a parking lot.

Duane smirked replying. "You ever break a car window?" Overhaul just nodded and Duane was pointing at a very large truck. "Then get to work."

Duane and Overhaul walked over to the truck and Duane measured it up, it wasnt that big but it would have to do for what he had planned. Overhaul measured it up and then smashed his elbow into the window, shattering it like butter.

Xavier was currently focusing on evading The Brutes rather aggressive attacks. Overhaul watched the fight as Duane hotwired the car. "I dont know how much more time Xavier's got man." Duane just kept trying to figure out what the fuck would start this car. He'd be brutally honest and say he hadn't hotwired a car since his teen years. He eventually sighed with relief as the engine started up and roared with blissful rejuvination Duane sat up and clapped his hands.

"Get your ass in this car Overhaul." and overhaul ran around and got in the 82chevy was set into reverse as Duane backed out onto the road. "Thats right Xavier... Keep him occupied." He muttered to himself as he continued to reverse now down the road.

"What do you got planned man?" Overhaul asked curiously but Duane gave no answer as he shifted the truck into drive and began accellerating towards the fight. Overhaul blinked as Duane was now going about 40, then 50 then 60 miles per hour as he accellerated towards the two becoming closer and closer with every moment. He looked to Duane? "Duane, what the hell are you doing?"

Duane just grabbed his seatbelt with one hand and Overhaul did the same buckling up now feeling as if he was lead into something he really didnt want to do. Duane was now going closer to 80, as Duane was forcing the truck to go as fast as it could.

Going about 80 miles per hour as he collided with The Brute, Xavier either intuitive or fast, dodging out of the oncoming truck at just the last time. The truck didnt win the fight but as they rocked during the impact the truck knocked over and pinned The Brute down, doing what Duane hoped it would. Overhaul blinked as he looked at Duane, slightly rattled by the impact. "What the FUCK were you thinking!"

Duane unbuckled his seatbelt and kicked open the car door when it wouldnt push open. Shaking his head as he too, was rattled by the impact. Looking as the truck pinned the vampire. Duane stood over his upper torso and he just smirked. "Hi fucker..." drawing his guns and pointing them at him.

The Brute just grinned as he coughed up blood. "You... fool. Your guns will not penetrate my skin!" Duane just smirked. "Who said I was going to shoot your skin?"

The Brute looked confused but Duane pressed his guns to his eyes. "Lights out." and pulled the triggers.