After Death Experience club raid

[scorpion]

20:07hrs

Seeing that John was in trouble, Marlena proceeded to cross the street to link up with him and the now dead Graduates. As she was crossing she watched John throw one of the graduates' bodies out from behind the van, the bodyguard unit did not fire at it. She saw John reach around the van and fire a few shots blindly, killing one of the advancing bodyguards.

"I got you!" yelled Marlena, after John yelled "watch the van!" over comms. Three more bodyguards were killed, two by Marlena as she advanced and one by Davy, who was now covering the van from the roof.

Marlena took a position pressed against the undamaged outer wall. "John, get over here!" she motioned toward her, "Its too hot to enter there, the van is lost" she said.

Marlena glanced back at the front of it and saw a Vampire coming straight at them, she took a couple shots making Night Terror take cover behind the front of the van.

Scene shifts to Taskmaster

Taskmaster heard John order one of his ex-cons to give Spymaster a med-kit to address his leg wound. He looked back at Spymaster. Spymaster was sitting up against the wall unconscious, a pool of blood had formed under his leg. Taskmaster realized the bullet struck an artery in Spymasters leg. One of the Ex-cons applied a tourniquet to Spymasters upper leg, but could not get him to come to.

Taskmaster glanced at the security room as more of Pilgrims men began looking for useful intel. NYPD's sirens growing louder in the meantime, he knew they'd be here any minute.



((Xaphs up to respond))

[Xaph II]

"You know, I'm a little sad I couldn't talk to the draculas. But now I'm excited, cos I get to kill some draculas. Its really two minds, y'know? You know, Ted - uh, Spymaster - you're a good listener. You're a -- you're unconscious. Right, that sucks."

Taskmaster grabbed the attention of everyone near him, while also grabbing the firearms that he knew Ted had been carrying.

"Listen, I need you to take care of him, and this security room here."

"Uh...who?"

"Ted!"

"No, uh...who do you want to take care of him?"

"Well, crap, ain't one of youse a doctor?"

"Uh..."

"Goddammit. Now I'm pissed. Thanks, I needed that."

"You...needed that?"

"Yeah. Killing people when you're in a good mood is never a good idea. Look, just let me know where the draculas are, cos if I gotta kill every damn one of them, I'm gonna kill every damn one of them. All I wanted to do was talk."

"Then...why did we start shooting?"

"That's my go-to pickup line."

Taskie cracks his neck from side to side, and swings his shoulders around in a wide circle.

"Just keep me posted, and covered. Youse all have guns, but I gotta go medieval on their asses. Oh, and see if you can those...sprinkle things...to stop making this a foam party. I hate foam. It's soft, bubbly, and it gets everywhere."

Taskmaster took a quick scan of the scene in front of him, and readied his sword and shield. Taking inventory of casualties was a luxury that time could not afford.

"When I get to the boss dracula, take Ted and run. After I take out the first room, grab any masks you can and throw one on him. And hey - check the security office for a first aid kit, wouldja?"

Taskie's mind calculate the angles, the sounds, and the sights. The number 300 came to mind, though he couldn't be sure why. His training with the 'Advanced Class' would be very useful here. It'd have to, if he wanted to survive his way to get to meet the head dracula. He hoped, when he got there, it was Count Vampire, but really, meeting any dracula would be enough to make his day.