“Okay, so we’re agreed then,” Vaas said, looking for confirmation from his master.  “You get two big guys and that little whiny puke.  I get one big guy and the two dudes of color.”  Vaas was looking forward to his very diverse menu items.  Jared, of course, felt compelled to rain on his parade.<br/><br/>“You do know that the blood from the black guy and the Asian dude taste the same as the others, right?” Jared asked.<br/><br/>“Sez you,” Vaas retorted.  He was enjoying the moment, as he gathered for himself the bios of his entrees.  Eventually, Jared did the same.  “So my meal deals are your sister, Asad, Lighthammer, and Snowman, while your blood donors are Verlaine, Priest, Reinhardt, and Chupa.”  Jared’s response was a simple nod, while he perused the four bios laid out in front of him.<br/><br/>The pair of Reapers were lost in thought, as silence hung in the air, though not unpleasantly.  Jared broke the stillness first.  “Now, we both know they’re all dangerously lethal,” he began.  “But you take extra care around Snowman.  I hear that little fucker’s especially deadly with that katana he wields.”  Vaas wasn’t impressed, though he was by no means cocky.  “The little shit can’t do squat to me, even if his weapon’s forged outta silver,” he boasted.<br/><br/>Jared just stared at him as if Vaas had fallen off the back of a truck with a sign around his neck proclaiming,<i>Hi, I’m stupid.  </i>“Tell me something.  How far up your ass is your head?!  Are you fucking kidding me?!  That katana is all he needs to remove that dumb-ass head from those equally dumb-ass shoulders of yours,” Jared spewed.  “In case you weren’t aware, if that happens, it’s<i>sayonara </i>baby.  Got it?”  A minimal nod from Vaas indicated he did.  “Good,” Jared confirmed.<br/><br/>Attempting to save some sorta face, Vaas proposed, “One of my best snitches on the street tells me the Bloodpack have U.V. sights or something mounted on their weapons.  The weapons themselves can’t hurt us, but that U.V. shit will burn right through us, leaving nothing but a pile of ash, if that.”<br/><br/>Jared slouched in his chair, then said, “Yeah, I heard that, too.  I wouldn’t be surprised if we can thank Whistler and Blade for developing that nasty accessory.”  Vaas matched his slouching mentor.  They looked at each other, processing the same thoughts as to what they were now up against.  And that wasn’t even considering Blade!