The Safe House Debacle
The next morning, Garrett and his crew of misfits got a break. He walked outside and found another of the anonymous notes. Like the others, it was short and to the point.
317 North View Drive
You might learn something
He didn't bother looking around to see who planted the note. No one had been seen planting one before and he didn't figure today would be any different.
They waited until nightfall to move out.
The house was in a rundown section of town on a nearly deserted street. They scoped it out briefly and parked down the street. They split up to assault the house from all directions. Jiggly and Press would hit the front door, Garrett would hit the back and John and Snifter would make their way in through a second story window.
When everyone was in position, they attacked. Garrett heard loud commotion from the front of the house and shifted to crinos form. Bamboo sword in hand, he kicked the back door off its hinges and came face to face with three men. They looked scared, but willing to fight. That was good enough.
He brought the blade down in an arc with wicked force, cutting one man in half before burying the blade halfway into the second. The blade made a wet, sickening sound as he ripped it free.
The third man had a shotgun in his trembling hands. He raised it to fire as Garrett struck the barrel with his free hand in an attempt to divert the shot. Buckshot peppered the left side of his body as the gun went off, and the man was knocked to the floor by the force of the deflecting blow. He had time to let out a piercing scream before he was ripped apart with tooth and claw.
Garrett advanced into the kitchen and looked down the hall leading into the front room. He could see Jiggly in crinos form fighting. He heard sounds of gunfire upstairs and briefly looked up. John and Snifter must have met with resistance.
His glance fell to the front room and he saw Jiggly again. He had stopped moving and was swaying slowly from side to side. A vampire advanced on him and punched him in the chest. His hand went through the werewolf's ribcage with a spray of blood. He pulled back and ripped the heart from his chest. Jiggly collapsed to the floor and didn't move.
He heard a loud roar as Press saw the metis fall. The kindred ran out the front door, his exit blocked by three or more bikers who advanced on Press. Garrett had an idea. He ran out the back door to go around the house.
He made it around the corner and collided with the vampire, who was coming around to the back door. They stopped and stood facing each other. Garrett started to make a move when he was caught by the kindred's eyes. He suddenly felt all his anger drain away as he involuntarily shifted back to homid. The vampire grinned. Garrett hesitated a moment before he drew the Desert Eagle from its holster and grinned back. What was a grin was now wide-eyed surprise. He fired.
The shot was loud and deafening but something was amiss. The vamp flinched, but had not been touched. He inspected himself, finding no wounds.
He looked at Garrett. "What the fuck? I'm three feet in front of you, how in the hell could you miss?" he said as the stepped forward to attack.
In a twist of irony, the kindred stepped forward, only to slip in wet grass and fall flat on his back. Garrett shot again, hitting him in the chest.
The vampire moved almost to fast for Garrett to follow. He got to his feet and knocked Garrett backwards, sending him through a picket fence. He landed with a loud crash.
As the vamp launched himself into the air to deliver a killing blow, inspiration suddenly flashed through Garrett's mind. He managed to grab a piece of the broken fence as his assailant made his descent. He thrust the splintered post forward as hard as he could, ramming it through the vampire's chest. He went limp and fell to the ground, paralyzed. Garrett smiled and picked up the bamboo sword.
"Now this might hurt a bit," he said as he commenced chopping. He made it a point not to be fatal on the first five or six blows before decapitating the vampire.
He ran back into the house. John and Snifter had made it downstairs to Press' position. All three of them had frenzied. The last two broken crosses, realizing they had slim chances of survival, bolted out the front door as fast as they could. The three shifters followed. Garrett ran to the front porch to watch.
The two men ran screaming down the street, pursued closely. One man pulled out a pistol and shot the other in the leg as he ran. The wounded man fell and was immediately pounced upon by three frenzied shifters. The other man made it as far as the nearest intersection, where he was promptly hit by a speeding car.
Garrett went back into the house to investigate. A side room on the bottom floor revealed an unconscious young woman on a bed in a compromising position. All attempts to rouse her were unsuccessful. There was a bag full of hypodermic needles next to the bed that no one gave much mind to.
They loaded the girl into the vehicle before setting fire to the house and moving out.
They once again had someone unconscious in their bathtub.