The building was on fire and it wasn't his fault. Abe Murray, Task Force HUNTER agent, chased his target down a burning apartment hallway.<br/><br/>"O'Hara," he yelled into his comm bead, "He's running for the north door!"<br/><br/>Cripes, even the<span style="font-style: italic">young</span>vamps were fast, he thought. He heard something on the comm, but he couldn't make it out over the roaring of the flames. Which were totally not his fault. That phosphorus grenade was not his fault. Nope. That was a perfectly normal part of theOH DEAR GOD THAT WAS CLOSE.<br/><br/>Murray sidestepped a falling piece of burning debris as he followed the vampire out the apartment building's side door into the comparative cool of the night air. The vamp broke left towards the street. Murray took aim with his pistol and pulled the trigger. The gun bucked twice in his hand as two .45 caliber rounds struck the target in the leg. One to the knee, one to the back of the thigh. A beautiful pair of shots. His target dropped...and O'Hara was nowhere to be s--Was that a car?<br/><br/>"BOOSH," yelled an eager female voice as a car rocketed into the vampire. "Surprise, mothersucker!"<br/><br/>Murray rolled his eyes and holstered his pistol, producing a machete from a leg sheath and a stake from his coat. "Thanks for the assist. Terrible pun, though."<br/><br/>The car's doors slammed shut as Detective O'Hara of the local police force stepped into view. "Sorry, just glad to finally nail one of these chumps, y'know? You would not believe how bad attacks have been in the past few months."<br/><br/>Murray snorted and knelt before the prone vampire. He sure was glad he was authorized to use lethal force. Driving the stake into the vamp's heart to immobilize it, Murray decapitated it with one heavy overhanded chop of the machete. He stood up and raised an eyebrow.<br/><br/>"Well, try to stay focused, yeah?" He pulled a pair of sunglasses from a coat pocket. "After all, we<span style="font-style: italic">are</span>playing..." He donned the glasses. "...a high stakes game."<br/><br/>"Yeeeeaaaaaah," O'Hara said in a half-hearted falsetto. "Now come on. Let's get this reported and you can pick us up some coffee."<br/><br/>"Mmm, coffee. He who controls the bean controls the universe."<br/><br/>O'Hara snorted as she took a seat on the hood of the car. "And take off those sunglasses. You look like an idiot wearing those at night."<br/><br/>Obviously, she'd never watched<span style="font-style: italic">The Blues Brothers</span>. Murray made his way to the Starbucks two blocks down and started to make a call.