Johnathan smiled, as he rushed forward, firing smoke grenades, as a vampire grabbed him, before reeling back from the contact, the crucifix armor burning into his flesh. Johnathan turned, determined. This would be his last stand. He would lead his men away from this, and humanity would live on. He'd forge a new SOLDIER. This was not the end. He had a vampire on his side, and although his men would trust Rayden, Johnathan was sure they would learn to live with him. He would-

The man's thoughts stopped. his heart beat frantically, but his brain had died, the Crimson Blade stabbed through the back of his skull. Covered in burns, Dresden stepped through the smoke, laughing, as he walked towards the vehicles, and the traitor. This would be their final stand. And after this, there would be no SOLDIER left.