A car rolled up to the security checkpoint at H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. headquarters, and the driver swiped their I.D. card in order to get inside. It was just routine. A few soldiers were carpooling from the apartment complex nearby in order to go to work. The driver was positively identified as agent Preston Omid, despite the fact that he was wearing the wrong uniform. The front gates opened, and they were allowed to pass.

"What's next?" asked one of the soldiers to the driver.

"We go in, get the stuff, and rendezvous with the boss." Said the driver, pulling in to park the vehicle. Unbuckling their seatbelt, one of the others spoke up.

"This is a fucking suicide mission!" they declared. "How the fuck are we supposed to get out of here?!"

"The Boss has got a friend in here. He's supposed to meet up with us." Said a woman in the backseat. She had green eyes and long, dark, hair pulled back in a braided ponytail. Her most distinguishing feature, however, was the surgical eyepatch the covered her left eye. Reaching into our uniform, she pulled out a flip-phone and held it up to the others' view. "This is our ticket out of here once we've got the stuff. That's why we need to bail now. Unless you want to be in the car when it happens, of course."

"U-uhm… n-no thanks…"

"Olivia, how long do you have for that potion to wear off?" the woman asked, prompting the attention of the driver.

"A few minutes." The driver said, wearing the face of Preston Omid. "The transformation spell won't last too much longer, but if we're quick, we should make it."

"What about shade gel?"

"Now that, I've got a few hours on."

"Is it really a good idea to have a vampire with us on this?" asked one of the others.

"She's got more training than either of you." The woman said. "Besides, she can drive. It's pretty ironic that the rooks are gonna be taken down by someone who they trained."

"Why do you think I signed up for the police force?" asked Olivia, stepping out of the car. "It was always part of the plan."

"The boss is a smart guy." The woman mused, stepping out as well. She was soon followed by her associates, even the few others whom were hauled in the boot of the vehicle.

"Wink, I got a text from the boss. He says that the Doctor is waiting for us." One of them said.

"Good." Replied the woman. "Let's do this, people!"

The group strolled into H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. headquarters, making sure to remain calm enough to pass as ordinary operatives. They walked with purpose, yet had casual conversation along the way so that they didn't stand out. If they appeared too dead-set on their purpose, they would have come across as suspicious, or so they were told. They easily made their way to the medical wing, as they had memorized the directions there from the garage both forward and backwards.

Nearby was the research department. There, the doctor was waiting for them. He had a strong chin and black hair. His bangs were spiked with gel, and scruff lined his jaw. He smiled at the group.

"Mister Omid, I've been expecting you." He greeted, knowing full-well of the fact that this was a fake. Indeed, he was expecting them, and he slid his key card into the lock and opened the door. "This way." He said, leading the team down the hallway.

They did not speak. They followed the man in silence as they made their way to an empty laboratory. A few of them shivered at the coldness of the room, but the doctor had to keep it cold to store what was hidden inside the locker that he was rummaging in.

"There's a special refrigerated carrier inside of each of these duffelbags." He explained, handing a bag to the first person who held out their hand. "These samples aren't exactly fragile, but it's best to be careful, just in case. Who's in charge?"

"Me." Answered the woman with the braid. "I'm Wink."

"Doctor Brent Hobbs." The man replied. "It's best to split up, now. I assume you already have your teams picked out?"

"Right." Wink stated, turning to the crew. "Olivia. Take your crew to the armoury. We'll take the samples. Remember where we're meeting?"

"Yes, ma'am." Said the officer wearing Preston's face.

"Good."

"Here's the bags to carry the stuff from the armoury." Doctor Hobbs informed, tossing the duffel bags to the imposter.

"Is that everything?" asked the team leader.

"Not quite. There's one more sample that we need to get…"

"What's that?"

"Specimen #D-007." The doctor replied. "That part won't be easy."

"The boss didn't say anything about that." Wink said. "That's not part of the plan."

"Hear me out, though…" Hobbs continued. "If we can get him to work for us, we'd have a powerful ally. Transporting him from the research department to the truck may be tricky, but it's worth it in the end."

"No deal. We're not risking that." Stated Wink. "You're coming with us. Olivia. Hurry up before your potion wears off."

"Yes, ma'am!" the vampire said before turning and taking off. She and her crew hurried down the corridor as calmly as they could to the armoury. Thank goodness, it was empty.

"Lockers 109; 227; 387 673." She said, causing the group to scatter. "Combinations are all the same. It's left three, right seven, and left five."

Quickly, the team opened the locker doors before pulling out more duffel bags, all prepped beforehand by a friend on the inside. Unzipping them, they checked to see if what was the contents matched what they were after. Guns, ammunition, swords, and knives.

"Everything's here." Called one of the bandits.

"Put in the fakes." Olivia instructed, causing her crew to do just that. Taking the duffelbags that the doctor had handed them, they placed them in the lockers before carefully shutting them.

"We're all good."

"Then let's go." The officer said. "We don't have much longer."