"Shit," Tony breathed. There was nothing stopping the vampers from going after people anymore; not on Nemsemet's watch. It was a war now, and Parael seemed to be operating under the idea that diplomacy was a thing. 

It was "Autumn," Rivike and he in the van, with a lot of bad smell in the air thanks to the measures taken to keep his scent out of vampire nostrils. "There's gotta be a bunch of vamps in here, we can't take them all on like that just to get one guy out." That, of course, was the whole reason that they decided on a kidnap, because going in was bad, especially when the vampires seemed to be firmly in Nemsemet's camp and reveling in their little empire of the night. 

"I think we need to ask Casper to go around and keep an eye on the most expensive car in the place's parking lot -- that'd be the big boss vamp's ride. Probably a limo. If he tries to come out with Parael, so like to drain him dry in private, maybe we can try to stop it somehow after it pulls out for a bit. Flint will know best how to tail it, so we should follow his lead on how to handle that." He was lowballing it-- sure, he could go man-beast, but it'd draw a lot of bad attention and throw this place into lockdown."

He took in a deep breath of the air and instantly regretted it; that fabreeze shit was stinging his nostrils something harshly. But he had a sudden idea, "If we grab the vamp you were just eyeballing, and we gotta do it fast with Shieldmaiden and maybe me goosing them, we can get the big vamp to pop out of his clubhouse in a hurry...either that or he locks himself down and we can figure out something to do with that too. But the numbers in there really suck and if they load silver, I'm in bad trouble there. Of course, they aren't expecting a lot of lycan trouble, since they're playing for the same team, aren't they? What do you think?"