Damn them all. Damn every last one of their merry band of revolutionaries. If Parael wasn't already getting a piece of someone's mind, Beth would be sure to deliver it herself. Hell, she might still do it. If everyone had kept to the original plan, the plan they had spent time and energy working out in the midst of dealing with whoever the hell that Autumn woman was and her lapdog, they'd be interrogating this vampire chick. Perhaps even getting somewhere on the Nemsemet front.

What sort of threat did [i]this[/i] pose to an ancient dread mummy?

Instead, Beth stood in a pile of garbage waiting for Karram and the fucking hunter to subdue the aforementioned vampire chick. At least they wouldn't be leaving empty-handed, so long as the boys did their jobs. Beth'd be damned too if she let them go back to the bunker with nothing to show for it.

She relied on the clatter of steel and empty thuds to tell her they were still fighting up on the roof. With what shreds remained of her faith in people -- and that came from little itself -- she entrusted them with the task and bolted out of the alley. She ran across the street to the nearest car, a second-hand sort of deal, no one would miss it. Should Gray and Karram succeed in abducting the vampire, the van would be far too crowded, and waiting for the others slowed them down further.
 
Beth sifted through the side of the car and resumed a solid state. Back when she had a body of her own, she wired enough cars to know exactly what she to do when she took apart the steering column. She considered jacking Flint's car once, shortly after she heard a cop started digging into her affairs, and only hours before all the dying nonsense. 

In a few minutes she had the beat up car running and pulled it into the alley. She shouted up to the roof, "Get a move on!"