[@thewizardguy] Erick, whom had previously been under the overturned Jeep, debated on exiting or simply staying where he was. He chose the latter, and watched North fight, or attempt to fight, the Paladins. Then they suddenly stopped, Kami himself appearing. 'Interesting..' he thought, and continued watching. He spoke of diplomacy, the man that ruthlessly killed vampires and humans alike. Erick scoffed inwardly at the amount of bullshit he was hearing. He didn't act, at-least not yet. If needed he would..
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Blood was hauling ass and doing a good job of doing it. He 'appropriated' a motorcycle and was speeding off towards base as fast as it would let him. He gauged he was about halfway there. "This is Agent Alaska, reporting in. Halfway to base. I uh...'borrowed' a motorcycle." He spoke into comms. He tore down the highway at 120 mph, sure he caused several wrecks and lots of angry people to curse at him and tell him where he could shove his motorcycle, but he was making progress.