I’m beginning, for once, to truly detest Vampires. This is not a case of self-loathing, as every living being is capable of self deception. We never consider ourselves part of the groups that we deride. There is a certain short Austrian that proves my point.
No, Vampires are not the pinnacle of evolution that they believe themselves to be. We play at being pack animals, but the humans are much better at that than we are. Look at the armies that they can field. If we were ever to truly have to fight the humans, we will lose. I have no illusions on that.
We couldn’t even organize an effective insurgency. As the humans would say, we don’t play well with others.
Take our most recent experiences as an example. We were outnumbered about two to one by a group of vampires in an urban environment. If they’d waited, if they’d had some sort of plan, we would have been taken out without even the chance to scream. Hell, a sniper and spotter in a bubble of magical silence with Silver Sunrise rounds could have taken us all out before we even realized that we were under attack.
We faced off against a group of Vampires in the winding streets of the favela. We used rudimentary tactics against them, and they fell before us. Sure, McPhee got staked to the ground, but he was an adequate distraction and made the rest of our attack much more effective. We destroyed all but one of our attackers.
Here is where proper squad tactics could have aided us. Not saying that we in any way failed to achieve our goals, especially since the priest we were heading to speak with had been gone for at least a day by the time we arrived, but we might have been able to get more information on this death cult.
We chased the individual into a dead street and stole his phone from him. That he died shortly thereafter is assumed. We contacted his superiors who told us to ‘take care of’ the priest. It would seem that even in this cult there are factions that don’t speak to one another, since the priest was taken the day before by another one. Either that or they were telling us to contact our compatriots and have them kill the priest. We didn’t do so either way.
We arrived at the priest’s tower, not yet knowing that he’d been abducted, and received another phone call. This time from the mysterious Clairvoyant. She has been trying to manipulate things from behind the scenes and her sister is now in the clutches of the death cult. They should have thought through that one a little better.
Well, Miss C suggested that we go to Nigeria in order to track down the priest. She also mentioned that we had no less than two weeks and no more than a month to get to ‘someplace cold’ so we could stop the destruction of the world.
Remember I mentioned that I’m beginning to detest Vampires? My companions seem to have delusions that we’re the heroes of this little story. They believe that they can stop the coming conflagration, and not only that, but they’re delusional enough to believe that we should.
Personally? I say douse the bitch in gasoline and I’ll strike the first match.
We’re the villains of the piece. We’re not here to save the cattle. We’re here to ride the Titanic to the ocean depths while we scream ‘Yee-haw’ at the top of our lungs.
That being said, we’re being targeted. The gods, or at least one set of them, are targeting us for destruction. Our plane lost an engine over the Atlantic ocean, we ran into a group of the Brotherhood of Incompetence on our way to the airport.
We seem to have some gods in our corner as well as nothing in Nigeria went against us. I think we’re going to have to deal with luck swinging wildly from one extreme to the other for the next little while.
That being said, we now have a target, we know where the priest is being held, and we can likely go save him…
What am I saying? I’m just along for this ride. Hopefully these deluded fools don’t get me killed before I can accomplish my real mission.