"Elders ain't that easy. They keep themselves surrounded by security and they don't show themselves like the goons and the minions do unless they have cover, because they've been around long enough to appreciate the risks and lots of people want to get at them. Like I said, best to snag one down on the totem pole and pump them for information. If we get lucky, the bloodsucker has a grudge somewhere that we can use to our advantage," since that's how internal vampire politics worked -- they weren't real families, like, say, a pack of werewolves, that squabbled in private but put together a unified front under pressure. It was safe to say that vampires worked together well in peacetime but tended to show the fractures under the surface when the pressure came on.

"Beats going into a club full of them in plain sight. If we're going to get some vampires to turn on one another, we can't be a pride parade in the middle of Frisco, gotta make it deniable. That means actually kidnapping one and hoping they play along. And if they don't play along, we interrogate them for real and dispose of them. But if they play along, you want to make it look like they didn't cooperate because vampires don't like to take sides openly, it's always some sort of fuckin' catch or bullshit with them."

These were words out of the mouth of a man that, and sometimes others forgot, ran a not for profit foundation that helped economically disadvantaged people find jobs, re-purposed abandoned buildings for industrial and commercial use and otherwise pushed any in-the-black performance back into new projects in the community. He took home a modest (actual modest) paycheck for the job. But Horizon didn't get big by accident, it identified areas where it could react nimbly to a situation when New Camden's government couldn't, and it often couldn't due to bureaucracy and gridlock, providing the right training for the jobs they had, and changing faster than local and state government could to address the manpower needs. So businesses started doing business with the charity instead. 

But the plan was a result of that sort of thinking -- bottom line calculation in the name of a greater good. Grab a vamp and make them talk.

"Pick whatever space you want," he shrugged to Flint. Personally, he wasn't sure he wanted to sleep down here anymore. Things just done got tense, especially with the Punisher running around with his silver-loaded shotgun always in hand.