Once floor up on the balcony overlooking the worship hall, Mithias the vampire stood, arms crossed behind him as he peered over the edge of a pair of reflective shades that hid his yellow eyes. His lips were pursed as he enjoyed his perch with a full view over everyone below. A charcoal grey suit with a swan broach made it seem as if he belonged here, or at least belonged somewhere important. He had already scouted out the entire building ahead of time, including its attic, basement, and fire escapes. There was no where this priest could go without Mithias already having placed cameras outside, as was part of a proper stakeout. 

The problem with having lived so long was that everywhere reminded you of somewhere else. Alas, Mithias could no longer take pleasure in a Christian service. True, the ceremonial stuff was just as it was ages ago in any place in Europe, but Mithias knew too much. He had seen the world power fall, the crusades fail, the corruption inherent in the system overtake it time and again. 

Was there even a god? Well, Mithias knew of one, and once he realized what was happening below the terrifying memories overtook him. Gabriel, having stood exactly where the pastor stood now, staring down his opponents with a sharklike grin. He was only a vampire, but one with surpurb mind control, and with it, he threw body after body in front of his attackers, laughing as they slaughtered one innocent after another, forcing them to climb a pile of bodies of their own making as they tried to get to him. It was futile of course, and Gabriel got away as he always did. Such a horror. 

"... If he tries anythin’ funny, then just kill the smilin’ bastard." The voice came over his earpiece.

Mithias' eyebrow visibly twitched in his anger. Bill had no idea what was about to happen. 

Pulling slowly back from the balcony ledge, Mithias spoke ever so softly into his communicator. "You must order our team to pull back, director. We have identified the suspect. Proper procedure is to bring in one of the affected and analyze them quietly. We cannot confront the suspect without endangering a hundred human lives right now." Mithias saw the congregation suddenly turn all smiling eyes toward the agents below. ...fuck. Mithias beheld the scene with his own eyes to give Bill a good view. All those people were going to be cannon fodder, and the agents who had revealed themselves could be at risk as well. 

A few of the agents were green and trigger happy... The truth was that neither the Syndicate nor the beings they confronted and often executed were truly all good or all evil. Everything was a shade of grey in Mithias' age-enlightened eyes, and at this point, he felt the pastor deserved more of a chance to be reasoned with. He wouldn't voice his unfavored opinion directly, however, but he would do his best to limit casualties on both sides as much as possible. 

Tensions were mounting. Mithias narrowed his eyes and whispered with some urgency, "Director?"