Before he could make it down the hall Saul had already smashed the assailants face in.  Slowing his run to a light jog, and then finally to a casual walk just before the door Bryan only looked over the mans handy work.  One thing could be said for Saul, he didn't waste time.<br/><br/>When asked to grab the guys feet Bryan complied.  To the bit about sunbathing however he took a closer look at the unconscious man in his hands.  A vampire.  It had been awhile since Bryan had seen one.  He didn't hunt them every night like Saul.  It almost made him want to poke the vamp with a stick, like a little kid playing with a dying insect.<br/><br/>"Well I must say, your Tuesdays are definitely more interesting than mine.  Especially noOOOW..."<br/><br/>Bryan had backed into a magazine rack by the door, the corner of which had landed squarely in his ass.  He could only manage to glance up at Saul with an expression that implied nothing had happened.  Meanwhile he was fumbling for the door handle, and trying not to laugh at himself.  Finally open he walked out on the door stoop, vamp still in hand.  Helping Saul swing the body out into the sunlight, Bryan waited for the coming light show while rubbing his sore ass now that his hands were free.<br/><br/>"That was fun.  Nice to see one of us is keeping busy.  Yours truly is freshly unemployed."  As Bryan said this he pulled a smoke from his pocket, lighting it with a match.  "It would seem your friends have enough connections now that writing articles on them has become taboo."