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I figured that if there was one here, there was probably one in front of a security monitor somewhere. A guard patrolled along the doorways, eyes observant. I looked over the handrail towards the ship's engine rooms. Was I losing myself to the Beast in such a way as to start viewing humans as irritating obstacles? I'd have to ask Jack when I got back - he seemed to know more about the Beast than anyone else I'd spoken to. 'I didn't realise it was a black tie affair.' Wouldn't it be easier to just cut his throat? Drain him dry, toss him over the edge, no-one the wiser? The thought was troubling. 'Jacobson didn't really tell me much at all', I replied, feigning nervousness and just a hint of snivelling sycophancy. I was happy to leave him to believe what he believed. He'd mistaken me for a journalist! It seemed Santa Monica's finest had a mole. I kept my face passive, yet inside my mood was amusedly exultant. 'Pssst, over here, and keep your fucking voice down.' Bemused, I crept up to the shadow cast by the roof of the ship, and listened to what the man had to say. As I moved my hand, ready to use my gift to daze the cop, he whispered to me. I was specifically told to avoid notice, and wondered whether this included stunning security.

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I cringed, wondering how to deal with this. As my feet landed on the deck, he turned, walking towards me. The boat idled up to a rope-ladder which had been strung over the side of the Dane, allowing me to climb up and over. Once I was within earshot of the ship I switched off the engine, masking myself as much as possible. Stepping onto the waiting motorboat, I zipped across the water to the large freighter on the horizon. You take care of her this time, don't lose her.' Seems that the less pure you are here, the less they want you.' The less worthy you are, the more they seem to fear you. 'Well, if it isn't the lovebirds?', I called. I gripped Mercurio's hand, pumped it once, and made my farewells. Who knows what I might need to use it on.' I saw E and Lilly standing off to one side watching our conversation. Mercurio rubbed his temple, obviously taking my request seriously. 'What about a flamethrower?' I said in a half-joking manner. Seem if you could point the barrel at someone, Mercurio could get hold of it. 'What about a combat shotgun, rather than this hunting gun I have here?' If I was going to be facing vampires like Vick again, a good shotgun would come in handy. 'Just tell me what you need, and I'll see what I can do.'

'Listen, I might have a need to get my hands on some decent firepower in the future. Time to see if Mercurio was as good as his word. 'Not a problem my man, you're looking better than the last time I saw you.'

I smiled, slapping Mercurio familiarly on the arm. Slamming the car door shut, I made my way back down to the pier to be welcomed by a familiar face. And here was me thinking I was done with that place. 'Santa Monica', I replied, sinking into the seat.

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'Where to?', intoned the driver in his usual brogue. Closing the door behind me, I walked to the waiting cab. However, I felt power resonating within it, pulsing in my hand like a heartbeat. The item given was the Bloodstar, a seemingly harmless trinket. Now I must be off, LaCroix wants me to look at a boat for him.' Not so unworthy am I know, huh Maxy? I turned, walking towards the door. A talisman, well, they were so much harder to find. I had a few more rings to pawn, and a car stereo I'd 'found'. He nodded once, then looked at me, his tone congratulatory. Strauss seemed to talk more to himself than to me, stroking his chin, eyes distant. He didn't sound to rational, to be honest. Part of a cult he called the Ninth Circle, spreading disease as a harbringer of apocalypse. 'As I said Max, he said his name was Bishop Vick. Strauss' eyes narrowed in thought, his tone grim. He gave it to a vampire called Jezebel Locke who spread it amongst the hookers of LA, and to a nosferatu called Brother Kanker, who focused on the homeless population.' 'A plaguebearer who called himself Bishop Vick. Seems when the illness was cured, it was pretty much instantaneous.' The biohazard crews are already pulling out of town. Plus, I wanted to see the look on his face when a 'neonate' achieved something he couldn't. Afterall, he said he'd reward me if I figured out the cause of the outbreak. Shrugging off such brooding thoughts, I decided to pay Max a visit. Is that what I am? An Anarch? Which road are these feet of mine taking me down? In a good way.' I grinned, giving her a shove. Every last fucking one of them.' I leaned on the doorframe, running a hand through my hair. Wearily, I pushed open the door to The Last Round.

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