Before releasing the young man, Mithias discretely took something from him. It was a small gun-shaped device, bearing a hypodermic needle. The device let out a puff of smoke as the vampire crushed it in one hand. "No." He said quietly to the man, indicating that he would not allow his blood to be sampled. 

The medic backed away awkwardly. SOLDIER members weren't allowed to decline required medical testing. They normally just let him do his job. He didn't expect any resistance, except from childish new recruits. "Sir, all Elite soldiers are required to have blood taken upon arrival at base. You have to provide a sample for analysis. It's an order." 

"Now is not a good time." Mithias answered, delaying the impending confrontation. 

The man left, saying something about scheduling an appointment his earliest convenience.

"Matt, the psycho elite Vamp is here. Get your ass out of that building and come here." Lightning called out casually.

Required blood testing? Mithias' stomach turned. He couldn't allow that. A vampire's blood was personal. It could be used as a drug, but it could also enthrall someone, and enough might even turn them. Who knew what other uses modern science could unlock. Mithias certainly didn't want any clones of himself running around. He turn toward the sound of a door slamming shut as Matt walked out and introduced himself. 

"Commander." Mithias saluted, then shook hands appropriately. Now that he was at ease, he spoke freely. "I am here to support our troops in defense of the city. I am sure you have seen the report of illegal weaponry being transported, ironically, to Kilo Point. One more thing..." Mithias held up the broken syringe device. "My apologies, but when did this become an order?"