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London, England – Present Day

The monofiliment wire slid off me. Leaving an almost invisible cut on my skin. I breathed a sigh of relief as the last of it slid off. The vamp lets go of my hand. I say, "I'm really sorry about that. I just saw you and instincts took over." She looks into my eyes, she is pissed. She starts shouting at me, "You moron, you imbecile, there must be a village missing its idiot cause he standing right in front of me..." and on and on and on. Sheesh, lady, give me a break. I have been fighting vamps by my lonesome for the past 7 years. You have to fight without thinking because if you think that thought is going to be, shit I'm dead.

After 10 minutes of her shouting and cursing on me, I finally interrupt, "Look, lady we got off on a bad start. So before we clean the slate and begin again let me explain something to you. I have been fighting vampires while you were still listening to the Backstreet Girls and the Spice Boys. I have had to survive on my own, the only person that I could depend on was moi. Unlike you I didn't have a nice big organization backing me up. That meant I had to react faster then the brain can process information. So, back off, I have had enough of your barking unless you intend to bite." She stares at me, anger glinting in her eyes. I decide to see if switching gears might improve the situation, "By the way Vicky my name is John Riley." Her anger is somewhat doused by confusion. I turn to Disney, "So, when and where are you going to send us out?"

Its raining, nothing much I can do about it except put on my hat an deal with it. Vicky is caring has a raincoat on put she doesn't put up the hood. Good, she knows that she needs the peripheral vision. She glances up at the hat for the umpteenth time. I keep on walking. We are on patrol on the Soho district of London. I guess it is the party area because there are a lot of drunk business men here. A party area is never a party area if it doesn't have a few drunk business men. She finally asks grumpily, "What is up with the hat?" I glance at her, I still feel uneasy around her, but I reply, "This hat has seen me through more trouble then I care to remember. With out it I probably wouldn't be alive today." She stares at the Indiana Jones styled hat. The water rushed off the felt wool, and it kept my head slightly warmer too. I notice something. I ask Seras, "Well, we have been on patrol for about an hour and haven't seen anything. I suggest we adjourn to someplace warm and preferably dry." I look around and see a place called Lab, I point any say, "Lets go there."

We both are now dry and somewhat comfortable, she is getting into the music. I on the other hand just stare out the window to see if my observation was true. There is a long moment, after the waiter leaves with our orders, where nothing is said. She asks me, "How did you know my age?" I keep on staring out the window as I reply, "Easy, vamps stick to the fashions of their times because those are the fashions they are comfortable with. You had what I believe was an Ipod on your belt. That meant you were a rather recent vampire." She ponders my words as I continue staring out the window, the waiter comes back with our drinks. She starts sipping, I don't touch mine. Then I see it, I smile. I turn to Vicky for the first time since we entered the this 70's wannbe place. I say, "Well, Vicky I am going to the Loo or Watercloset or whatever you Brits call it. I'll be back in a bit. Keep a sharp lookout. I get up from the table and walk away.

I stare as at his back, trying to figure this John Riley out. I wonder why he was so interested in the window. I stare out when I suddenly hear my master's voice saying, "So, what do you think of this American?" I ponder for a moment, and reply, "I think I need to reserve judgment, but he seems to be more then he appears." My master does not reply. I am staring out the window when I realize there are 4 vampires in a car trying to pick up a girl. I drop a 20 pound note on the table and I rush out and start running towards the vampires. The girl looks around and see me running toward her. She starts running away, probably thinks I am a cop. The vampires look towards the running girl and then turn towards me. The one by the front passenger seat of the car, smiles and waves while the driver starts accelerating down the road. I try to keep up, but I can't not even with my vampiric speed. I stop and look around for a car that I can take. A black dodge viper pulls up to the sidewalk. I walk over to the window and tap on it impatiently. The window rolls down and I gasp, John is sitting in the driver's seat grinning at me.

"Hop on in. We got ourselves a couple runners." Somehow my brain guided my body into the car, I kept on sputtering the words, "How di...? You went to the...? When did you notic...?" John was just nodding his head as I climbed in. He said, "Buckle in, it is going to be a wild ride." I grab for the seatbelt, when John floors it. I am shoved back into my seat. I scramble to put the seatbelt on and start thinking I can't die if we are in a car accident I am already dead. I look over at John and notice that he already pulled at one of his shotgun pistols. John starts talking, "I want you to call Disney up on that radio gadget you have. I haven't figured out how to work mine yet. Tell him, we are chasing 4 possible vampires, they are probably not very strong or else they would have stood and fought. They are in a vehicle. A Jaguar S-type from the looks of it. It is green and the license number is L23-A63. We are in pursuit." I begin to relay all of this to Walter. I look out the front windshield and see that we were gaining fast. After I am done relaying the message John asks, "I don't want to take my eyes of the road so could you look at this button on the top of the clutch." I look at it, it is a red button with an inscription in the silver ring around it, I read the inscription out loud, "Wahoo?" I am puzzled by it I look up at John, "Any idea what it means?" John is smiling, "Yeah I think I do." Suddenly the jaguar takes a sharp right. John hauls the hand brake, turns the wheel, and now we are right on top of them. John begins to drive past them. When the cars are even John looks out the window and gives them a casual wave. Like nothing was happening. The driver of the jaguar rams into us. John just shakes his head, picks up the shotgun pistol and blows the head of the vampire in the passenger seat. He brakes a bit so that the car jerks behind the jaguar then proceeds to inch his way forward until he is almost touching their left rear bumper with his right forward bumper. He says, "Now, Vicky this is something you should never try at home." He floors it. The jaguar spins off out of control. John quickly brakes and does a 180 degree turn. They regain control and head towards a traffic circle. John starts gaining on then again. Once we get close to the traffic circle John reaches out and pushes the button screaming, "WWAAHHOOO!" The acceleration is unbelievable. I feel like there is a hand on my chest pushing me into the seat. The jaguar tried to turn but John was ramming them in the side now. John quickly spins off to go around the circle while the jaguar slides into the middle of it. The traffic circle is raised from the ground and the tires had burst from the pressure put on them. The traffic circle was nice it was basically a big grassy area and many people came here to enjoy the sun. John has now maneuvered the car so that we are head onto the traffic circle. I can barly see the top of the jaguar. John turns to me and says, "Don't you just love handicap ramps?"