“Let me tell you about all this shit, as you so eloquently put it, my inquisitive friend,” Jared retorted with a sweep of his left hand indicating the papers on the table.  “This is all the intel we’ve gathered so far on The Bloodpack.”  Vaas glanced at the scattered documents, and although everything was upside down, he was still able to ascertain the various photographs with assorted notes paper-clipped to each.  Numerous scribbles were also prominent in the snapshots’ margins.<br/><br/>Randomly selecting one dossier, Vaas was now looking upon the visage of a rather large vampire code-named Lighthammer.  Tribal tattoos adorned his face, neck, and shoulders, as the image stopped there.  His weapon of choice (other than his fangs and vampiric strength) was a Warhammer, which looked just as intimidating as the undead who wielded it.  The Reaper returned Lighthammer’s bio from where he found it on the table.<br/><br/>About to ask something, a raven-haired woman’s picture distracted Vaas instead.  Wishing to peruse in depth, the female’s file was lifted from the others.  Her first name of Nyssa meant nothing to him.  Her last name of Nomak, on the other hand, did.  Eyes now turned toward Jared, Vaas was not the least bit surprised that his mentor was already staring at him.  “I’ll save you the trouble of asking what I know you’re about to ask anyway.  Yes, she is indeed related to me . . . my sister,” Jared pointed out.