V
Jack opened his eyes and looked around. His vision was slightly blurry but he could make a set of faces. A buzzing was in his ears but it sound died down. He could hear cars, traffic and people. Voices some really close then came then shocked cries and screams. He groaned as he stood up and looked around. A group of about six people, city policeman, an ambulance crew, and some passers-by stood around him in a circle. He looked again and saw that he was stood in the inside of a cargo container filled with cardboard boxes. He looked up and smiled at the gaping hole in the roof of the container. He started walking off towards the open door when the policemen and the paramedics stood in his way. He brushed them aside with a swift movement of his arm.
He stepped down from the container and looked around outside. He'd landed on top of a lorry as it passed by the building. Jack looked up at the building he could a hooded figure standing in a smashed window looking down. The figure walked out of sight and Jack smirked. He looked at his left hand he was still holding his knife he put it back in it's scabbard then he had a better look at his legs. One was bent in a bad angle. He turned around the policemen and paramedics were still in shock confused. He went up to one of the paramedics. "Could you hold on to my leg for a second please," said Jack lifting his foot up for the man to grab. The man took hold of the booted foot and watched as Jack spun round and with an ominous crack the leg was bent back into the correct shape. "thanks," said Jack as he walked off and through the crowd that had gathered.
Jack pushed through to a back alley where he picked up the duffel bag he had stored behind a wheelie bin. He placed the guns and the holsters in the bag and started walking down the alley. At the end he reached a fire-escape. He climbed the fire-escape up to the roof of a small apartment complex. On the roof Jack went over to the far edge and looked out across the city. "So this is Hell's kitchen," said Jack as he heard a group of sirens in the distance. "You come out now. I've smelled you a mile off."
Jack turned round to look at an air vent shaft from behind Seras stepped out into the open. "Vampire's have a unique sent. Which makes me wonder how I couldn't smell Robin," said Jack sitting down. Seras came over and sat down next to him. "That's easy you were in the first stage of a blood rage you had gradually become more and more angry after the death of the girl you'd lost all sight of the main objective. It happened to me a few weeks ago when I first met Anderson. Me and Master were in Ireland tracking down a vampire we were killing his ghouls when Anderson attacked us. I didn't even know he was there until it was too late. Sir Integra is not happy about the situation and she asks that you finish it quickly before the damage becomes greater. She would also like a personal situation report from you on the information that you have gathered," said Seras and Jack sighed.
Jack turned to Seras who handed him a mobile phone. Jack took it and hit the first speed dial. "Well?" Came the calm female voice speaking several hundred miles away. "The situation is as follows; Section nine of the CIA has been compromised and manipulated by a rogue vampire leading to the three attacks on my life, all of which were failures, it seems the attack on your men at Runswick House was purely situational," said Jack and he could have sworn he heard a sigh escape from Integra's lips. "And the culprit behind all these attacks?"
"My wife."
Jack waited for a reaction but only Seras seemed shocked. "She will be dealt with ma'am and then you can deal with me as you see fit," said Jack and he tossed the phone back to Seras who spoke to Integra. She then hung up and put the mobile back in her pocket looking at Jack. "What now Jack?" She asked and Jack gave her a look of a tired old man, eyebrows arched slightly, eyelids practically closing, shoulders hung loosely. "We have to kill her but I can't do it alone."
He stood up and walked past Seras and she followed trotting beside him.
VI
Jack looked across the sand dunes over at the metal fence that marked the air force base's boundary line. "So you think she's here?" Jack turned to look at Seras. She was sat down on the hood of his Black GTO dressed in British army desert fatigues. "Of course it's the logical choice as CIA she can easily bluff her way in, plenty of guards and equipment for her too use but more importantly slow me down if I came after her. She knows nothing will stop me from going after her now but she won't make easy she has to exploit every advantage she can. And Area 51 is definitely the place to do it," said Jack and he went over to the car and grabbed his duffel bag from out of the back seat.
"Right let's go over the plan one more time."
Author's Note: The next chapter will be the big finale as such besides some tinkering to the previous chapters I will be done. But if you want me to do a prequel, sequel, or side story let me know and I will as like always I have a few ideas that might work including a possible crossover. But I'll only write if at least one person wants me to.