A baggage cart came into view, and Mithias realized it was rolling directly up the runway, his runway. It was unlikely that a fledgling vampire would be driving, and an older one would probably opt to run for better speed. Mithias waited until they were close enough, then revved his engine, scaring the crap out of them. Even though his bike's lights were off, there was no way even humans with hazmat suits on could have failed to notice him before crashing. They stopped, and asked him aforementioned questions. 

He recognized the humans as SOLDIER, and they recognized him, to a degree. Mithias hadn't even realized his eyes had lit up red in response to his mixed emotions. He stood there, across his seat, dressed in an elegant suit and leather jacket, dark hair hanging behind him. He looked from Frank to Mikey. "I'm afraid not, soldier." Both humans looked like they were beginning to freak out at that answer, so Mithais added reassuringly, "I am not backup, but I am ex-SOLDIER Elite, and I am here." The vampire got off the bike. "I am retired." he firmly stated, as he unpacked his weapons, stowing several specific daggers inside his jacket. He couldn't hide the slight perturbation in his voice. "I was hoping to catch a flight to Europe tonight, but I understand there has been an incident. Perhaps you would be so kind as to appraise me of the situation?" 

He listened as the two agents fumbled with what they were at liberty to say, but he convinced them. "And these bags? Why did you bother to retrieve them so quickly?" 

Blank looks from the two. "We were given orders..."

"Yeah, and we had to wear these suits."

Mithias nodded confidently and without any kind of orders or clearance, he took a look for himself. One bag, or case rather specifically, was a source of noxious gas. Mithias wrinkled his nose. What 'gift' had Void left for these humans upon his arrival. He gasped at what he saw, Contagion itself! It had actually begun to melt through the side of its container. How was it this came to practically fall into his lap?

"Sir! Step away from the truck! Now!" Frank was listening to his earpiece, continuing to follow orders. He got out and held a gun at the vampire.

Mikey turned around to look questioningly at his partner. "Frank, put the gun down!"

Mithias' ears could pickup the voice coming from Frank's earpiece. "...orders to open fire immediately, do not let him escape."

Frank started shooting. Mikey drew his weapons. Franks head was off his shoulders. 

Mike froze.

Mithias glared down the length of a bloody, titanium sword at him. He held the disease-causing Contagion in his other hand. He paused... He had really just killed a person. 

Mikey dropped his weapons and cowered. 

Mithias was angry. Anger covered up regret fairly well. Frank's death couldn't have been avoided, not without huge risk. He'd spare Mikey if at all possible. 

Tilting his head the vampire lowered his sword. "I'm sorry, but I am taking this artifact where it will be safe from Void and cause no further harm. You can include that in your report."

Then he was gone.

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