"The correct term is Master Vampire." replied Blake. "And since they've been keeping quiet there's no way of telling if one is there or not. If there is, it dies, same as the rest. I've killed them before, I'll kill them again." He slapped his hand lightly against the matt black stock of the large gun he carried. "A few rounds from this and they don't tend to get back up again."<br/><br/>Most monsters could shrug off normal rounds, which was why the rounds he carried were anything but normal. In the pistols, cold iron hollowpoints, capped with a graphite tip, and containing a liquid mix of holy water and silver, with a tiny ball of white phosphorus at the centre. Guaranteed to ruin the day of just about any supernatural critter he'd ever heard off or come across. The shotgun shells were similar, and the modified PAPOP rifle, while looking like it should be in some sci fi movie, carried a decent supply of both.<br/><br/>"As for the rest of my men, this was supposed to be recon til you blundered in to it. Now I have to go do things the messy way, before they scatter. You want to take point, be my guest."<br/><br/>Blake extended his hand in a gesture towards the door, then holstered his pistol and brought the stock of the rifle up against his shoulder, flicking the selector to semi auto bursts. He took a set of odd looking goggles from his belt and slipped them on, smiling when they linked up with the sensors in the rest of his gear.<br/><br/>"Let's go."