Invisible to the mortal eye, Beth wandered around the stolen vehicle in a vast circle. She knew from past experiences that vampires could not only sense her, but see her whether or not she was tangible. The relationship between vampires and the undead was little to be spoken of. There may have been a few vague alliances between some of the living dead and the bloodsuckers before Nemsemet rose, since both lost their humanity. After the dread mummy sacked the Court alliances fell to shit.

She surveyed everything around them twice—she kept to the shadows and passed through a few walls to avoid appearing suspicious—and spied a few stragglers. Slipping through the side of the van, and careful not to pass through any of the others, she spoke to the rest of the team. “Two in the alley behind the bar, two more lingering by the door, and one outside.” She crouched by the back of the van, only a thin layer of tangibility at the soles of her feet keeping her from falling through the floor. 

“Now’s as good a time as any,” she added, before exiting the van. Beth waited in the long shadow it cast for the mystery woman, the hunter and Rikive to join her.