Everything at the airport is either at tense standstill, or violent slaughter.
Outside on the landing strip only one little cart is moving.
It's one of those baggage transport carts. Powered like a golf cart, handles like a shopping trolley.
In it sit two stressed out soldiers, equipped with hazmat suits and assault rifles they force the little cart to it's limit.
Let's call the two Frank and Mikey. Frank and Mikey are good soldiers. They don't have a clue why the baggage is so important.
But the Captain seemed pretty adamant about it, and based on his timing and tone, Frank and Mikey assumed their mission was important.
Either way, they would perform it to their best ability.

Frank drove the cart up to the baggage hatch of the plane. They looked at the plane with horrified looks, the windows were smeared with disgusting goop, from the exit a trail of rancid bioweapon formed to the lobby. For a moment they celebrated their mission involved not being in the lobby with the others and.. whatever this vampire was.

Mikey opened the hatch. With a cloud of beige and green the bags came rolling out and into the cart. He imagined what the smell would be like and counted his blessings the Captain had insisted on these suits. With all the bags in the cart he got back in and Frank drove off again at maximum speed. 

Frank drove to the only direct route off the terrain, suddenly a man in black on a bike blocked his way. They stopped with shrieking tires right in front of him. Frank wanted to hit the horn, but hesitated when he saw the man. Pale, red eyes. He said a hail Marie and wanted to hit the gass but Mikey stopped him. "I think that's one of ours!"
"Are you sure? He doesn't wear the uniform."
"He's one of those elites I think, I've seen him at the base not long ago."
"Right, then maybe he's our backup?"
"I hope so."
Mikey got out of the car and carefully approached Mithias.
"Are.. Are you our backup?.. Sir! uhm.. Are you our backup Sir?"