When the rifle almost impacted Ryan, a blade emerged from Anthony's chest. Anthony fell to the ground, fading into mist. Nixon stood grinning with a blade protruding from where his left ring finger should've been. "Right, I think the loss of my finger was definitely worth it for this thing! Well, kind of, it is a bit harder to write..." Nixon closed his palm and the blade sheathed itself, going back into a mechanism on Nixon's wrist. The vampire looked around at everyone, folding his arms. He looked inquisitively at Mason who was holding Pain, not understanding what was happening at all. "Uh, is this supposed to be a thriller moment of fighting people or the sad dreary part of the fallen lycanthrope girlfriend? That is his girlfriend right?"

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Anthony appeared out of the forest next to Zhalia, giving a slight wave. "Hi there, are you looking for someone?" Anthony pressed his hand on his chest and his form changed, morphing back into the trickster Hammond. "Well it may be me. Long story short I need some motivation for everyone else, and you seem to be a good candidate! Why don't we have a little trip together? Here, you don't even need to be awake for it!" Hammond opened up his sleeve and shot out sleeping gas. "You know this thing is very useful. And don't worry, your friends will come after you soon, of course after they deal with my illusions and we'll be long gone before then."

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The Manager looked away from his computer desk and smiled and Hebi came in and jumped on him. "Ah, there you are!" He exclaimed. The Manager's phone ringed but he ignored it, paying attention to his adopted daughter. His brother should be answering for him anyway. "How are you dear?" His work had increased dramatically after the event last year, but he still had lost most of his contacts. There had been no new shipments of humans and he was losing his guests. Fortunately, he still had a large amount of revenue and could keep himself and Hebi afloat for another two hundred years.