<span style="font-style: italic">"Who might you be?"</span><br/><br/>The question caught Carter off guard.  Who was he?  Well that was a fair question indeed.  Perhaps it was best to just give the full story, but it seemed whoever this man was, he was in a rush to leave.  Carter debated the possible answers in his mind before speaking again.<br/><br/>"My name is James, James Carter.  I'm just a resident in the area is all.  I work uptown in a clinic.  Can I go?"  Carter raised his hands again to show that he was unarmed.  He was about to stand when he caught the oh-so-familiar scent of a vampire in the area.<br/><br/>Damn! he thought.  He was so close to getting away from this whole mess, he could taste it.  If a vampire showed up the agent would probably assume he was one too.  Then he'd just be another dead body in the city.  No, no Carter could never let that happen.   He had to escape, and quickly too.<br/><br/>"Look, I'm really on a tight schedule," he spoke, while standing up, and lowering his arms.  "I really must be going now.."  The scent was getting stronger, permeating the air around him.  If a full out brawl began, he didn't want to be there.  It was too soon after his last... incident.