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Immediately after the Demon exited what remained of their old meeting place, Gabe pulled out his phone. The civilian "police forces" would be arriving here soon—Depravity had made too loud a commotion with her juvenile stunts and general affinity for pandemonium.

After a few taps, the line rang once—only once—before someone answered. You've reached LSAD: Mission Control, Slayer Kin Killer. How may I help you?
"I'm calling in a contingency four on the Nix meeting. Priority one."
Understood, Slayer Kin Killer. There was the brief melody of rapid keystrokes and barked orders in the background. Slayer Kin Killer, your backup will be arriving momentarily. The Executive Director has been notified as well. Is there anything else I can help you with?
Gabe shook his head, momentarily forgetting he was talking on the phone. "No," he said flatly and hung up.

Upon exiting the building, one could just make out the faint whirl of police sirens in the distance. These humans work fast.

The Elf, Shae, had already managed to catch up with Skylar. The Demon wasn't too far behind. Gabe picked up his pace to keep up. He couldn't have them getting too far away, not yet.

It wasn't five minutes before a new sound began to pervade the air: the low-pitched murmur of helicopter blades. The Slayer smiled to himself. BLOOD works fast, too.

The helicopter only got louder as it approached. Soon, the hulking aerial vehicle was hovering directly over them.

It was a MH-47G to be exact; a pitch black dual rotor military helicopter sporting fully-loaded chain guns on the left and right side, like in the movies. The guns were manned by gunners. Their hands were on their triggers, ready for anything. The aerial vehicle hovered above the ground slightly, whooshing rotor blades shaking loose bits of dirt and debris.

UNITED STATES ARMY was etched onto the side in an off-brown color. The tendrils of BLOOD sure did reach far.

Rotating so that its nose faced away from the group, the back of the helicopter seemed to come loose, forming a ramp with the ground. No sooner had this ramp touched the dirt road did the occupants of the helicopter's interior hop out. Upon seeing the Slayer in front of them, they each took a knee and bowed their heads. Gabriel, coat flapping in the artificial gale, casually made his way up to them.

They were some of the indoctrinated human slaves BLOOD used to accomplish menial tasks. The white overcoats they wore—a sign of a human slave working for BLOOD—had been stamped with the agency's insignia. Without looking up, the slave on the left spoke up first, shouting over the deafening whoosh of the helicopter blades.

"Slayer, sir! We received notice that you phoned in contingency four." He quickly scanned the area, a bemused expression fresh upon his face. "Is the area clear, sir?"

Ah, yes. Contingency four was the hypothetical situation wherein he and Depravity had come to do battle with each other. They'd brought this hulking gun ship to provide air support against her—probably with the intent of providing suppression fire while the others escaped. Honestly, it would've been useful had the situation come to that. Well, at least until the she Slayer became sufficiently annoyed by the chopper and knocked it out of the sky.

Gabe decided to call in the fourth contingency because it was the only one that accounted for both a destroyed complex and potential medical emergencies among the other less durable of his teammates. They would board the military vehicle and be airlifted to a backup facility a few dozen miles north of here—one MAVD had no idea about. The trip would hopefully be on the shorter side of an hour in length.

It was then that Gabe remembered that the slave had asked something of him. Instead of replying, he pointed toward Skylar, whom was being propped up by Shae. At first the slave didn't understand, but, after taking in the scene for a few moments, nodded in comprehension. "Understood, sir," he shouted over the rotors, turning back towards the helicopter. "MEDIC!"

Gabriel turned to stare at the others, the tails of his overcoat whipping about the ground. They'd be taking a leap of faith here, boarding this vehicle with him. To the best of his knowledge, neither they nor their respective agencies knew of this secondary location. He was definitely getting on the helicopter no matter their various decisions—walking was out of the question, and the civilian authorities would be arriving any minute.

Gabe struck an impatient pose that said Are you coming or not? The choice to board this craft would be their own.

OOC: If Shae so chooses to bring her into the vehicle, Skylar will receive medical treatment, thereby allowing her to "become conscious" ^^