Damian chuckled at Jack's words. "That boy always has to have to have the last word doesn't he?" He walked over to his bike, running his hands over the handle bars. "You get prettier every time I look at you girl." He fawned over the bike he had painstakingly built from scratch. Mathias was skeptical about the idea, preferring to buy them vehicles but Damian had been insistent on building it himself and after a lot of blood, sweat, and more tears than he would care to admit, he had finished his baby. To say he was attached to the thing would be an understatement. He checked his Taurus and placed it in its holster, and put his Model 1887  in one of the bike's saddlebags. He secured Dyrnwyn on his back. It would definitely look suspicious if he drove around with a sword on his back but if he took the back roads to the docks he should be fine. 

He let the garage door up and tore out into the street and sped off toward the docks. He was determined to find out the secret of the ghouls, and if he was lucky find out a clue to the identity of whoever created them.