Blake took note of the dead ghoul on the floor, turning the mirror slightly to try and get an angle on it's victim. The scuff of a shoe alerted him to the fact someone was there just as he felt the barrel of the gun touch him.<br/><br/><em>Idiot.</em>he thought, but whether he was referring to himself or her was open to debate. "Get that out of my face." he replied, turning his head slowly towards her. "There's trouble enough here to go around without you looking for more." His eyes flicked towards the bodies on the ground.<br/><br/>"In case you hadn't realised, it's getting dark, and thanks to your sloppy entrance the element of surprise is now gone, which means I have to do things the hard way. I've had this place under recon for days. There are at least five more Renfields in there. If they have ghoul packs too, then this nest is a hell of a lot bigger than it looked. And in case you're not familiar with the ghouls, that means Black Court, so we could have necromancers in there. How are you for taking on a few dozen more ghouls, Renfields with firearms and some black magic too?"<br/><br/>"Now, I could have let you just waltz on in there. You'd be dead, but you might have taken out a handfull of expendables before you did. You'd also have let them know someone was on to them. If they figured it was an amateur like you they might not have been too concerned, but I didn't want to give them time to move if I was wrong."<br/><br/>"Now, you have a few options. One, you go on in there on your own. Feel free, I'll follow you in and take over when you die. Two, you get the hell out of here and let a professional deal with the situation. Three, you come with me, and you do every last goddamn thing you're told to."<br/><br/>He fixed her with a glare, apparently unconcerned by the gun at his head.