Flint's tendency to reach for his SMG at the slightest provocation would have been an overreaction if they hadn't just been shot to pieces by vampire thralls on a public street. In this case, it was probably one of the smarter things he could've done. "Flint, were you a Pinkerton in your last life?" Parry asked, sliding toward the door as Beth walked through it.

He'd met Pinkertons once or twice. Nice guys, if a little quick on the draw. And even quicker on the massacre. Then again, a for-profit police force could have that luxury here on Earth.

Parry stood on his tip-toes to see through the tiny peep-hole in the solid steel bunker door, getting a warped view of Beth's ghastly form taking shape on the other side of the underground shelter. Beth, a human, and...

And...

Without consulting any of the group, and with no words uttered, Parry slid the locks to the door open and pulled the heavy slab of metal until he could peek his head through the crack, golden hair, soot stained face and dried blood trails beneath his nostrils greeting her and the human accompanying her.

"Autumn?" He said, squinting at the woman with her very human bodyguard. "Wait, how do I know you're the real Autumn? We're dealing with a supernatural mega-mummy who has the whole city in his pocket. Quick: August 19th of last year, I was arrested by human authorities for a drunk and disorderly outside the Radiant Rainbow Bar on New York's east side. What was I wearing when you bailed me out, and why was I arrested?"