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London, England – Present Day

"Well, I just want to say for the record that this is very uncomfortable." I say to an uncaring world and to an even more uncaring audience. Disney has got some strange monofiliment wire wrapped around my neck and lets not forget that fact that my hand is being gripped by a vampire. She says slowly, "Join the club." Yeah, I also have Vajra pointed at her head. I say with more confidence then I really have, "You are a vampire? Right?" She nods her head slowly, I don't blame her. Walter speaks up, "Ms. Seras Victoria is a highly regarded member of the Hellsing organization, if you kill her it will be taken in a very dim view. Especially with Lord Alucard." I didn't know who Alucard was, and frankly at this moment I didn't care, all I wanted was to get out of this room with my head attached to my shoulders. I say with a confidence I sure as hell didn't have, "I'm sorry, I just saw you were a vampire and instincts took over. It won't happen again." I slowly lower Vajra from her head, and a part of me wonders weather Disney is going to let my body go in one direction and my head the other. Another part of me is wondering weather Vicky was going to rip me to pieces. However a majority of me was wondering if I would be able to see Sasha soon.

Las Vegas, Nevada – 2 years ago

The elevator doors open, and I see a team of casino security people. The first guy takes one step forward. I step out from a rather convenient red curtain with Caladbolg covering the elevator. I say, with a half-smile on my face, "Now, I wouldn't be suggesting you take another step there, partner." The casino security guard stares at the shotgun pistol. I know that there were only 15 ft between us and if I started blasting away there wouldn't be much left of the security guards to bury. I start speaking again, "You look like a working man. You probably have a wife or a girlfriend or something, am I right." The lead security guard just nods, to afraid to say a word. I continue talking, "The way I see it you have two ways to do this. Way number one, involves you stepping back into that elevator, going back to the ground floor, and waiting for the proper authorities to arrive. Cause frankly I am willing to bet your bosses don't pay you enough to do with a man like me." The casino guard nods emphatically. I reach for Vajra and draw it out, I speak up again in the same calm voice, "Now, the real question do you even want to know what the way is?" Very slowly the guard shakes his head no. I continue, "Then step back into the elevator with the rest of your friends and head on back up." The casino guards quickly disappear behind the elevator doors.

The lady that I had saved from being eaten by a ghoul came up to me as I was counting the bills I had taken from the vamps. I looked up and saw her. She was a brunette, had a nice black dress on, looked like she maybe was had some Asian ancestry. In other words if I were a regular joe I would already be trying to ask her out on a date. She spoke in a quite whisper, "I...just...uhhm..." I interrupted her, "Don't worry about it." She nods relieved that she didn't have to talk to this obvious maniac. Already I could tell the forces of common sense were rushing in, explaining away everything. Whatever people might say I can tell you this, humanity's strength and its weakness is its adaptability. She begins to turn away when she stops and turns her head back towards me. I had returned to counting the bills but I was watching her out of the corner of my eye. She seems to be battling with herself, does she want to continue to what her common sense said was a maniac or did she want to speak with him to satisfy some part of her mind? It seemed like curiosity won out when she asked, "I was...wondering what was the other way?" I look up at her sharply, then I started laughing, I laughed the hardest that I had ever laughed for the past 5 years. The lady is confused so I explain, "Sorry, its just know one has ever asked me that question before." I finally calm down enough to finish my explanation, "Ha ha ha... The other way was for me to put down my weapons, let them hand-cuff me, and threaten to break the handcuffs if they didn't give me a nice couch to sleep on." She stared blankly at me then asks in a accusing tone, "You were bluffing?" I nod my head as I put away the bills into a pocket in my jacket and relax into the comfortable chair."

The phone rings and I answer it, "Hello, this is Rabid Riley's Undead hunting service, we make sure the dead get deader. How can I help you Rachel?" She chuckles on the other side of line and says, "Well Rabid Riley, I just wanted to call in the fact that a Sweeper team is on its way in and its ETA is... 4 minutes. So just hang tight the locals have already been told to stay out of it." I respond, "Well, its been a long night and I still need to search for his clue. Any ideas?" Rachel responds in the negative as I start to scrounge around for whatever he might have left behind. He always left behind a clue that taunted me, leading me to his next location. I saw a book on a table, it was one of those address books. I started to flip through it. There was a poem that was repeated again and again in seemingly random areas of the book. It was repeated 10 times. The poem read:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was smooth and worn;

Though as for that, the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one more traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

I read the poem aloud to Rachel. She started talking after a few moments of silence, "It looks like a corruption of a Robert Frost poem, titled The Road Not Taken. You say it is repeated 10 times?" I respond, "Yeah, let me read off where it is repeated." I flip to the beginning of the address book, "Let's see, it is repeated in the A, G, H, I, N, O, S, T, Y, and W sections of the book." She mulls it over for a second, "Alright let me run that and see what I can figure out." I start writing out the letters on a piece of paper. After about a minute of scribbling on the paper Rachel says, "I think he is saying Washington, but I don't know weather he means Washington state or Washington D.C." The elevator starts to beep again, I ask Rachel, "Is the Sweeper team here?" She replies, "Yes, they say they are on their way down now." I look back at the poem and smile, I say, "Rachel, book me a flight to Dulles."