(Up to you if you want to start Matt and Light here.)

Mithias' living quarters on base, which perhaps should more acurrately be referred to as a dwelling, in California, were much like any other you'd expect, save for being underground with high security. Clean as a hotel room, it had a phone, a computer, a kitchen and bath, and even a wide screen monitor. Of course there was also his personal collection of equipment. He had the fortune of donated blood to sustain him, which caused him no qualms. He didn't do much at home except sleep, which could have been as often as daily to never. It wasn't known whether or not vampires in general needed sleep, but Mithias did it periodically, appearing to be completely unconscious and barely breathing. Perhaps he merely chose to do so to pass the time, but it seemed regular. There are about 5 pages of observation on his sleep habits in his file. 

A knock sounded, and Mithias opened the door to a familiar face delivering him a message. The printout stated his next objective and a detailed series of instructions using esoteric jargon. He had already been given his orders verbally and was about to close the door when the messanger, who was more nervous than usual, stopped him. A second note was discretely passed, and Mithias closed the door. 

"749, 'saftey device' is a remote self-destruct." It said.

Incinerating the note in his hand, out of view of the camera, Mithias opened the other documents. He was to fly #0749 to headquarters in Kilo Point today. That was his usual machine, dubbed "Nightingale," much to human amusement. Mithias would meet the general and someone named "Lightning" at the new location. ...extreme caution... report all abberent readings immediately... and toward the very end, Mithias caught a side note about recent upgrades to his jet. New "saftey devices" had been installed on all Elite vehicles, with some bullshit explanation. Mithias blinked a few more times than normal, dissembling the stormcloud of concern that were immediately brewing in his head. It looked like a convenient way for SOLDIER to terminate an employee, should they be a vampire. They could just blow them up with a bomb, hidden in their own vehicle. 

So it seemed after decades of service, he was suddenly distrusted. It was either that, or technology had advanced to the point that he could be strapped by his own organization. He had probably always been distrusted. Mithias methodically continued his preparations as he contemplated. The order he had been given on a recent mission came to mind. He had been denied permission to rescue Cypher, now presumed dead, and the morality had been nagging him for weeks. SOLDIER command was acting strangely. 

Mithias continued to himself. Why did he kill his own kind? His orgins dated back to the end of the crusades, Eastern Europe, where he had descended from a family of a secret sect of knights, vampire hunters. It had always been his calling. In modern times, as before, humans could be handled by humans. Thier lives were all terminal and the penalties they suffered for infringing on the Blood contract were far lesser than for vampires. The Blood Contract was the only thing keeping the two species from wiping one or the other out; it HAD to be upheld. Vampires were much better equipped to handle vampires, and as a protector by nature, Mithias had fallen into this role over the centuries. 

He had always believed, that if only the wicked could be eliminated, peace could be had. but, eliminating the murderers, the cult-leaders, etc. would ultimately never chang anything, because new beings were born or turned everyday who shared the same capacity for evil. Mithias would have to live forever, to keep striking down the enemy, as the true war would never reach an end. And what of the old and the powerful vampires who might not be killable? Mithias shook his head and pressed his fingers against the bridge of his nose with a painful expression. He didn't want to consider the subsequent thought, that there would be one in particular who would one day need to be destroyed. He sighed heavily. Were ANY oldbloods sane?

Nonetheless, over the ages, Mithias had become aware of a pattern of breakdown repeating. He remembered the bloody inquisition, when even the church turned on him. Corruption and hysteria were rampant and everyone was killed. The mission he had dedicated his life to serving fell to chaos and lies. As a human, he didn't know what the hell had happened, and his faith was lost forever. Since then, every time a great power rose, it seemed to collapse upon itself. He remembered the recent World Wars.... and now SOLDIER was spreading itself as a force world-wide. A chill run up his spine. 

A short while passed and Mithias approached his jet with a frown. The mechanic gave him some extremely abbreviated information and handed him the armbound controlpad. Mithias really didn't like the idea of placing his life into SOLDIER's hands after they had been so secretive about the "upgrades," but for now, he would play dumb. 

Perhaps he was overthinking the whole thing. San Jose was a nest of death, and there was no going after Cypher without very serious risk. Mithias had the best tack record of success and SOLDIER wouldn't want to lose him. Cypher had to be left behind. He was just another casualty of war. Rational though it was, the issue nagged him. They had never so frankly sacrificed one of their own before. 

A few hours later, in bright daylight, Nightingale landed at Kilo Point. The black canopy opened and Mithias unstraped himself. Replacing the headgear for a pair of sunglasses, Mithias gracefully leapt to the ground. A new driver took 0749 to park it, and a low-ranking SOLIER member escorted the vampire pilot to the small group that was waiting just inside the HQ entrance. 

"Agent Varomere..." The young soldier began introducing them.

Mithias took off his shades, a courtesy. "Lightning?" He asked questioningly, tilting his head at her, indicating the name was quite unusual. 

Just as polite conversation was about to start, abruptly, Mithias turned around and grabbed the neck of a young medical officer that had been directly behind him with amazing speed. The officer was shocked and gasped loudly, but was unable to run away. Guns were pulled. A few guards started shouting orders, but Mithias didn't move. He glared at the man he held. It was the first time anyone had seen Mithias at all threaten a human.