Snippet #2644684

"I see, wilco...and Arc, dont freak out." He slipped the phone back in to his pocket and walked out the door. Coming down the hall way he was faced with a group of "Bobbys" British police. "Sir I need you to come with us, this area has been declared toxic and we need to decontaminate you." Rafael smiled and spoke "As fun as that sounds, I will haft to decline" putting his hand out and muttering Thurisaz under his breath. The Bobbys all fell to the ground, moaning in pain.

"Oh stop whining, its just stomach ulcers." Stepping over the police, he turned the corner and opend the door....


...Only to walk right back in after seeing the size of the York PD and toxic waste teams waiting on the other side of the door. Grimacing, he walked back to the room they had found the cryptid and took a look down the shoot. "Well...its not the worst hole I have been in....at least the queen of Scotts was clean." He crawled through the opening and slowly inched down. After 15 minuets of slowly crawling down, he found him self at the bottom.

Grunting slightly, he let got and jumped down, landing softly in the piles of....waste. Brushing him self off and using a small flame to burn off any odder attached to his coat, he vaulted over the side of the waste bin and looked around the ally. Lighting a cigar as he walked, he strolled down the ally and around the corner. He came face to face with two gentlemen. One was holding a knife, while the other was looking and multiple directions at once. "Alright gramps, just hand over your wallet and any other shiny shit and we can be on our way." Rafael simply smiled. "As for a wallet, I do not carry one, but I do have something shiny you can see."

Opening his trench coat in a flash and bringing up the SCAR-H to bare on the knife wielders head, he spoke. "I do not think you want any thing shiny that I have, cobron." The twitchy one suddenly snapped his and growled a growl that wasn't human. Rafael grimaced again and puled the trigger just as the knife wielder lunged at him. Dropping his friend as soon as he moved, Mr. Twitchy lunged and knocked Rafael down, making him drop the rifle. Baring his teeth and snarling, he went to bite at Rafael's neck...only to find a vary cold barrel at his chin. "Bad dog." was all Rafael said before pulling the trigger twice and putting two bullets through the Lycans head.

Felling the wolf go limp, he rolled him off and got up. Those shots will have attracted the local police, I must move fast Snapping his finger, a small flame appeared. Willing it to grow, and feeling his power dwindle in return, he let loose two fire balls that engulfed the two bodies. Picking up his rifle and hiding it under his coat, he turned the corner just to hear the group of Police close in and gather around the burning bodies.

"Well, if Oren wasnt going to bitch me out, she will now." He said as he closed to the door on the "Barrowed" Mustang and stated the engine. He gunned the the car and sped off down the street. As he drove, he picked up his phone and dialed Oren. "Oren, I just got a text from Arc, I think hes been turned and is need of a blood bag, move fast...we both know how a new born can be." hanging up before she could answer, he sat back and drove towards the safe house.

"Oh yes, shes definitely bitch me out now."