VI

Seras pulled next to the hangar where the Chinook was situated outside. Sarah was moving in and around the helicopter now wearing a green flight suit. "How are we doing?" jack asked going over to Sarah. "The children and all the stuff you asked for is on board. I've nearly finished pre-flight checks too," said Sarah and Jack nodded.

"Seras park the jeep in the Chinook then tie it down. Sarah finish your checks then make shore the girls are alright. I'll go pick up are unwilling passenger," said Jack walking off inside the hangar. Seras put the jeep in reverse drove it up the rear loading ramp of the Chinook then stopped the jeep just in front of the pile of crates. Seras jumped out and Sarah walked up beside her and handed over some chains to clamp down the jeep.

When Jack returned Sarah and Seras were sat in the forward cabin in the pilot seats with the engines just starting to turn over. Seras looked out of the window and watched Jack walk in through the side door carrying a black clad figure in a fireman's lift. Jack went through the Chinook placed the figure in the back of the jeep before he went over to the door controls and raised the rear loading ramp. He then went up to the front compartment standing behind Sarah.

"Alright Sarah take us south. Head for London. I'll show you where to land when we get there," said Jack tapping her on the shoulder before going back over to the jeep and sitting in the passenger seat. Jack felt the engines increase in power then he felt a slight movement of his organs as the helicopter left the ground.

"Right now that we're underway I think me and you can have a little chat," said Jack taking out his knife. The blonde women who was bound and gagged lying on her side in the back of the jeep let out a muffled whine. Jack cut her bonds and ripped off the tape covering her mouth. Jack then offered her a canteen. She took it and hesitantly drank from it. "Now what is your name as I presume you know mine," said Jack taking the canteen back.

"I'm not saying anything besides I don't know who you are," said the woman and Jack raised an eyebrow.
"Well that's interesting," said Jack as he got up and went over to an old large steamer trunk sat atop a large crate. He opened up the trunk and started to undress. The woman just sat watching as Jack stripped off the ripped clothes until he was stood in a pair of black boxers. He threw the tatters into an open bin bag situated in the corner. He then went back to the trunk and got redressed.

Jack then sat down again in passenger seat after changing into a pair of CS95 combat trousers with a green belt, a green turtle neck thermal shirt, not forgetting his old pair of boots and a new pair of sunglasses. The woman stared at the long knife hanging from a scabbard on the belt. He looked where the woman was looking and laughed a cold heartless laugh not like his usual cheerful laugh. "Do you know what I am?" Jack asked.

"You're a vampire the one we were ordered to kill," said the woman and Jack laughed again.
"Considering you didn't use a single silver bullet, silver stake or wooden stake for that matter. The worst you could have done is angered me. Which means your team was either set up or works for a faction new to the whole vampire fighting game," said Jack and the woman looked down at the floor. "If you want to interrogate me properly you better stop being so nice about it."
"Oh I won't stop being nice to you because this isn't an interrogation. This is a friendly chat between two people because if I was interrogating you. You would find yourself hanging out of the rear ramp dangling in mid-air via your own intestines as I slowly gut you and then place your uterus in a pickle jar in my cellar."
"Carey. Carey Foley."
"Ah now we're getting somewhere. My name is Joris Jelle Hellas and I was born in Holland in the year 1755. Now how hard is that? You tell me something and I'll tell you something. Next question. Where are you from?"
"Boston Massachusetts."

"See we're getting the hang of this now," said Jack and Carey almost smiled.
"Your turn now," said Carey with just a hint of malice.
"Alright ten years after I was born my family moved to Scotland and built that very nice house you were trespassing at earlier today. So who do you work for?"
"The CIA Section Nine."
"Oh well that's interesting. Anyway at the age of eighteen I was bitten by a vampire and I was forced to flee to the Americas where I spent the next hundred years travelling around fighting. Until I moved to London in the year 1888 that's when people started to call me Jack."

"Wait you don't mean you're…" Carey said her voice fading as the horror showed on her face.
"Jack the Ripper some call me but I prefer just Jack," said Jack menacingly as he slowly moved in close to Carey. So close he could have licked the bridge of her nose. "Anyway it's still my turn. After I moved back to England I went up to the family house and I found a family of tenants looking after the house. The Maxwell's were nice and understanding so now when I'm not fighting for King, Queen or country they allow me to live in my own cellar. Last question Miss Foley do you want to continue on trying to kill me?"

"No," whispered Carey and Jack smiled drawing away from her face.
"In that case you can sit up front with the rest of us," said Jack smiling and urging her to follow him into the crew compartment.