7-Eleven was the closest convenience store and by far stocked the best snacks.  The quick venture into the ultra-bright commercial establishment provided some comic relief and seventy-five dollars later, the interior of the cab was filled with a variety of chips and cookies, red vines and beverages.  Now the team was ready to begin the laborious task of slowly driving through the city’s densest neighborhoods, checking for vampire glyphs, signaling new dens or safe houses.  The last place they’d found and infiltrated was the<i>Saqqara</i>and it’d been abandoned ever since.  This time, with Blade’s helpful intel on vampires using invisible paint, Sara and Art used night vision monoculars to sweep the sides of passing buildings.  Finding two possible safe houses, both in Chinatown near the shipyards, Bobby parked so they could decide which one they wanted to investigate first.<br/><br/>“Let’s stick with the one that offers the best parking.”  Art suggested.  Agreeing, Bobby started up the SUV and slowly navigated through the streets.  Finding a spot relatively quickly (if you call driving around the same area for fifteen minutes quick), they passed out snacks and drinks then settled down to watch and wait.  By 2am, a few people had gone into the safe house, but none came out.  Sara idly asked what the plan of action would be if no one exited by sunrise.  “I guess we could storm the entry but who knows how many bloodsuckers could be down there?”  She wasn’t feeling keen on discovering just how big the safe house could be, especially this being the first trial run using the new equipment.<br/><br/>“I’d rather not step on a wasp’s nest if I can help it.” Bobby admitted.  Sam squeezed his arm before pointing, “Look, there’s a runner.”  All eyes in the car followed his moving finger, picking out the tall, dark haired man, quickly dodging through the throng of people still meandering the old, cobblestone sidewalks.  Chinatown never slept, and evenings were the ideal time for predators to hunt.  Pulling into the flow of traffic, they inched along, shadowing their quarry.