[i]Mullens is taken care of. [/i]The message pinged somewhere in Mysaren's head, a concept she hadn't quite gotten used to yet. She shook her head and kicked the body in front of her aside, one of the hands that was wrapped tightly around her gun twitching. Vendettas weren't good things to have, she knew this, but  the thought of anyone else getting hurt because of her was inexcusable.

	This was hard for Mysaren, and she was well aware of this. The thought of a vampire being even close to her disgusted her, after she saw what vampires considered cargo. She had the upper hand, though, and those days, however traumatic, were long behind her. Her dark blue eyes still scanned the perimeter warily, any sound making her tense up. This wasn't going to work.

	[i]I’ve got the traffic cameras hooked up to facial recognition – if they as much as get near a stoplight, I’ll know about it...[/i] Shit, more of Blake's rambling, apparently. Her eyes rolled as she read the message, a glimmer of annoyance on her face. Oh well. At least he did something useful. She sent a message back, quickly, that said,

[b][i]	Thanks, chief. Nice work. Also, please refrain from doing stupid shit and taunting the vampires. Last thing we need is those fuckers to get their feelings hurt.[/i][/b]

	Short and to the point, Mysaren's favorite kind of message, really. No point in whatever self congratulatory nonsense the other guys did. A loud bang, and Mysaren whatever the hell they put inside of her trying desperately to calm her down. Her gun aimed at the source of the noise, her finger on the trigger. Another thrall, probably.

	Whatever or whoever the hell it was, it flew at her in a flurry of movement and sounds, and her cochlear implants made everything seem much louder than it was. She'd have to ask those science guys to turn those down a little at some point. A bang, and there was a dull thump as the body hit the ground. Thrall, apparently. She kicked it idly, and took one of the stakes from her leg compartment, sticking it right into the thrall's heart.

	Better safe than sorry. She removed the stake and wiped it on her shirt, scoffing. They did always have a flair for the dramatic, those vampires. At least, when they weren't knocking over trash cans and revealing themselves.