2mi to KP. The illuminated sign flew by on the right, a pack of moths already flittering about the lights as darkness had fallen. Mithias could tell something unusual was going on, as traffic had backed up on the off-ramp to the airport. Slowing, he skirted by the inconvenienced cars on the shoulder. Aggravated motorists honked their horns and shouted, but he had nothing to say to them. Emergency vehicle lights could be seen blinking festively in the distance, making his destination clear. What in the living hell was going on at Kilo Point's airport?

Mithias flicked on the radio, the police scanner, but all coms were quiet or full of the regular bullshit. He missed being on the inside as a SOLDIER agent, but even they often lacked information. Getting closer, Mithais avoided a police barricade and drove off road to get around a 13 foot chain-link fence. Swords, guns, grenades, violin... cellphone... Mithias made a quick note of what he had on his bike, realizing he didn't bring grenades. No matter. He drove rapidly down the runway toward the developing bloody massacre, shutting off his lights and stopping just close enough to get a visual. He took off his helm to see more clearly, exhaling with deep discontent. 

The police scanner radio went off, much more clearly this time. "701. Airport Road. ... 10-99 SWAT." That was enough information to tell another "vampire incident" of some sort was going down. His first instinct would normally have been to get involved, play his role, and protect the innocent, but this time Mithias hesitated. He was retired. He was "dead," for all intents and purposes having to do with the war. These humans weren't truly his family, not after so many generations, yet he felt the impulse claw at him from within. "Help me. Save me. Please protect us..." They would say. Mithias narrowed his eyes. It was highly doubtful any planes would be taking off from here in the next 24 hours. He leaned forward, letting the engine rumble quietly beneath him, as he tried for the first time to feel only cold. ... He knew he should simply, leave.