Adrian was patrolling the port side of the airship still, the airship's engine humming lowly, barely idling the airship forward as its crew scanned the forest for anyone out and about. Even if they grabbed someone and they turned out human, it was suspicious enough to be out in the woods at night, especially as word of the vampires living out here spread and the lethal nature of such beasts became more and more apparent to the masses. There were men from all walks of life aboard the vessel, which would not be immediately apparent as most of the crew wore crude gasmasks, unlike the own, more advanced variant around Adrian's neck, or masks wrapped from the same material as the cloaks and heavy coats that they wore to ward off the night chill. The [url=http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110518052530/thezanthammists/images/7/7f/Airship_04.jpg]airship[/url] itself was reminiscent of most of the ships that utilized the sea and sail to move, although this was in appearance alone. The propellers were powered by the steam generation from the ships on board generator, providing constant wind for the sails to help drive the ship forward in conjunction with the other engines, and the engines that jutted over the air and ground could be swiveled in place to allow them to maintain the ships elevation. This model could not go very high, heavily reliant on the air to remain airborne, but it was enough to provide a clear advantage over ground forces.

The watchman on the rear of the ship called out that he spotted someone tailing their ship on the ground, which brought Adrian, and several others, running back, looking over the rear of the ship to look for the figure that the watch stander had been called out to the rest of them. The sudden burst of activity would not be readily lost on anyone watching from a distance, as the ship started to slow down even more, starting to turn and several figures on its upper decks running to and fro, detail still not clear from the steam exhaust from the engines. The ship was lowering to the ground, although not actually touching down, the bottom of the ship was clearly not designed for that. The whole affair would take a small bit of time, credit to the agile handling by the ship's helmsman in his control that it did not take far longer, and as it was almost touching the ground, a ramp dropped down from the side's lower deck. Several men came running down the side, lead by Adrian, taking his natural role as a Captain and leader of men. The ramp was withdrawn, hunting party of half a dozen men disgorged, and the airship started rising and immediately started heading right for where the female had been spotted. Said ship would hover just out of reasonable reach, now clearly tracking her. 

The half dozen on the ground were those used to this sort of work, tracking and hunting, with the exception of Adrian, who was expected to hang to the rear of the group of six, his rifle having a slow rate of fire and better suited to a distance. Whether this was a thrall of a vampire, an actual vampire, or some poor lass just out at the wrong time, none of them knew. But they knew their orders, which didn't sit too well with them. Something was brewing, an all new high of activity amongst the vampires, and the Order needed to know why. The best way to figure this out? Capture one of their kind, and their job was modified. Take her alive, or not dead again in the case of the vampire, and bring her back. Their kit had sturdy nets, the rounds in Adrian's rifle would not kill a vampire unless it was so vastly underfed that odds were it wouldn't have known anything useful anything, although he carried rounds that were more than lethal to their kind just in case. The crew aboard the airship itself would not try and drop nets or anything, it would hinder the ground team more than help them. Adrain was in de facto control, and snapped out orders. "Alright gentlemen, we know the game. Follow the airship, scan for this girl and, if she's a bloodsucker, take her down. Nothing lethal here, you hear me Finnigen?" The man begrudgingly nodded and fell in, as the started towards the airship, and their prey. If she didn't start running, it shouldn't take long to make visual contact.