"One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach..." The gray haired old man broke the silence as he took a dying cigarette out of his mouth. "...all the damn vampires."

Mithias took no offense as he stared coldly through the one-way, reinforced glass of the interrogation room. It's true, San Jose was rampant with unregulated, bloodsucking hellspawn. Crime and vampirism were so high, streets weren't safe even in the day. But SOLDIER was young compared to Mithias, having only been in existence a number of decades. He had been a member long enough to practically be considered a piece of furniture by human standards. Most of them didn't even see him as a "vampire" so much as simply one of the SOLDEIR Elite that they worked with everyday. He was quite useful, in fact.

The human interrogator suddenly shouted at the bloody blonde woman who was strapped to a chair that had itself been bolted to the floor. "Where were the guns going?!" He demanded of the her. She was a vampire. "Let me explain this to you slowly. You're a contract-breaker. Your right to life is forfeit. Vampires don't get second chances. Now if I'm going to be able to do anything for you, you're going to have to talk to me..." 

Although the intel sparking their raid on San Jose last night had originally come from Cypher, they wouldn't have been able to capture any of the renegade vampires alive without Mithias. ...not without losing lives, and even still, there were a lot of vampires with a lot at stake in the area. Mithias looked at her. She was a girl, a toy, a nobody, certainly shy of a full gang member or higher-up who would be able to give some decent information. Twenty years undead, and she probably thought she was a grandma compared to the punks in this town. But reading minds wasn't in Mithias' ability list. Drinking her blood would give mostly visual and emotional information, but details like names couldn't be taken that way. She would be tortured, and she would die for breaking the Blood Contract. It's the interrogator's job to lie. 

Cypher had figured that San Jose was a waypoint for some big blackmarket purchases. The drugs were bad, but the weapons were the main thing. They seemed to keep flowing through this location, but what was confiscated wasn't matching what was expected. The weapons were being moved elsewhere, to a final location. 

"Who's buying?!"
"I don't know!" She screamed back.
"Then where were you driving that truck?"
"To Hell, you pathetic worm!"

This could take all day. 

Mithias turned his head toward the old man standing next to him. They were thinking the same thing. The man nodded and hit the door-release, waving the interrogator to come out. Mithias went in. 

"And who are you supposed to be? My lawyer?" The poor woman had no idea what was coming. 

Mithias picked up a 5 gallon bucket in the back of the room and splashed its contents all over the woman. The screaming began. 

Grabbing a chair himself, Mithias spun it around and sat, folding his arms over the back of it as he watched the skin melt off her. Her eyes were bloody holes, but she was still alive. Screaming, writhing, her clothes were completely eaten away. Red caustic slop covered the floor, and the air was hot to breathe. Finally, after minutes of progressive torment, unable to lose consciousness, the woman stopped screaming. Her voice died down to a harsh rasp. "I know you can still hear me." Mithias started. "You are going to die in one of two ways. One of those ways involves me getting another bucket. The other, depends on how you answer my question." He stopped and watched her a little longer, giving her time to think. It was usually male vampires that had to be put down. In fact, there were far more female vampires than male, probably due to their much lower mortality rate and attractiveness. He didn't feel sorry for her though. She was a willing murderer, a contract breaker, and one of the reasons this whole war wasn't over. Ridding the world of her was one step closer to peace. Hatred was justified, but Mithias was too tired for it. 

Out of the blue, the muscle tissue of her lips moved, and the vampire prisoner spoke. "...Kilo Point." 

Mithias blinked. He hadn't actually expected it to work. "Alright." He answered. It was enough information to go on, and somehow, he knew she was telling the truth. 

"Fuckin' messy." The man said as Mithias left the room, a beheaded vampire strapped to a chair in a pool of chemicals behind him.