[center][h1][color=0072bc]Kathryn Miller[/color][/h1][/center]

The air was getting harsh now, though with help from the outside tings were starting to look up. Kathryn could survive, Mithias may still be able to help with her father still (Despite the fact he says otherwise), and there would be little need to worry about casualties! Except as the pressure increase and the door was getting beat on the metallic moaning could be heard through the building as the door was struggling to hold the pressure back with out the magnetic lock. But before long the light soon flickered back to life on a low light level, and the pressure started to return to normal. What didn't return to normal was the condition of the door. With all the pressure it tried to handle at such a rapid rate only to be relieved so fast it was on the verge of breaking down on its own. In basics, things were looking better. For now...

[h1][center][color=ed1c24][b]Deon Erickson[/b][/color][/center][/h1]

The elevator was out and by the time it was back online he could already be most the way down by foot. Deon went tot he stairwell with his 500 gram hand cannon in hand, and his remade Calvary sword at his hip. He had too much to deal with, and too many [i]People[/i] getting in the way. Once at the stairwell he climbed the railing, soon dropping himself down the dozens and dozens of stairwells, only stopping once he reached ground level, then soon working to the restricted stairwell, which led to the lower basements.

The lights came on as he entered the prison hall. His on duty guard was dead, but he was just a grunt. but his gun was missing. No matter, Deon's dealt with situations like this before. As he walked his way forward he saw the first of intruders, one that he struggled to remember at first, but son recognized as one of his own. "[color=ed1c24]Kate fucking Porter! Took me longer then I would have liked to remember my own child, but sadly you were turned with like, fifteen others. It's hard to keep track of all of you. Was forced to only keep tabs of my favorite ones.[/color]" He smiled, the hand cannon was at his side, not raised but he could easily fire off a shot in the slightest of reflexes. Almost like snapping a finger. He had control, or so he thought. As things started to clear int he air he smelled yet another vampire. Though he didn't recognize who ever it was. But it wasn't important right now. "[color=ed1c24]Who do you have with you now Katy? A new partner to replace the one you lost all those years ago?[/color]" The night crew was entering the building. He didn't need to fight his opponents, though he could win against most of them if not all. But he just needed to buy enough time for them to prepare the new chemical weapon. With the UN against SOLDIER and the world losing trust in each other, Deon was ready to deprive the human race of yet another valuable asset, the third largest factor to how they have held out so long. Bullets.

[center][h1][color=007236]Hank Miller[/color][/h1][/center]

Hank limped his way into Deon's building. On hand he had a cane, the other hand his .357 revolver. He wouldn't last long in a fight, this he knew, but he needed to hold out until Deon was dead. Though the entire building sparked to life with the sounds of back up generators. When the lights came on though he was able to see in the sky a Helicopter. Was Deon trying to escape? Hank wasn't going to let him. He moved his way to the elevator, no front desk staff member. What was going on here? Was the building still in low use? SO low use that it didn't even have someone at the front desk? Something was... strange. Hank would worry later though, so he went up in the elevator to the roof. 

Once up top he didn't see Deon, what he did see was a small team of vampires working on loading chemical storage containers onto the helicopter. Though the containers didn't look like standard storage. It looked like something used for distributing chemical weapons. One of the vampires soon took note of Hank, he had just enough time to collapse to the floor as bullets started buzzing by him. As he fell, he was able to get a shot off from his gun, the shot cutting right into the torso of the first vampire. If it was a standard bullet or even a hollow point, the vampire would recover, but it wasn't. The bullet soon started to eat away at the vampire as he screamed in pain. Hank cursed himself as he took not of his waste of the bullet. 

Hank rotated the cylinder to switch back to the hollow point rounds he had loaded into it. he took aim right as the Helicopter was taking off. It was too far in the air to take shots at by the time he was able to fire. So he held fire and attempted to stand up. As he did he realized the vampire he shot had dropped one of the chemical containers. Hank made sure the gas mask he usually wore was well secure and he started walking up to it. It had a digital countdown to it, he got close enough to read it through the dark lenses. "11, 10, 9, 8..." It was counting down, he had seconds to move before what ever this was went off. Was it left here on purpose? Was it meant to go off on the building? If so, what was it? "6, 5, 4...." Hank started running, as fast as he could at least. His heart was racing, it was hurting, he had no idea if this thing would release casually or if it would explode in a cloud of smoke. "3, 2, 1, *[i]BEEEEP[/i]*" The grey chemical cloud sprayed with heavy thickness across the roof, soon engulfing Hank and the rest of the upper building. From the outside it looked like an overpowered fog machine started to spew smoke down the sides of the building, then once it reached ground level it spread out covering everything it made contact with. Once it hit buildings ti started to climb, anyone that wasn't in a sealed room or isolated far enough away was effected by Deon's Chemical weaponry.

One in every thousand mortals had an airborne immunity to the virus. Then one in every thousand of those had an immunity to the direct virus. The only exceptions were the already deceased, the Vampires. The virus was dropped mainly one New York city, the far side from the UN building, intended to let survivors of that event see the horrors of the vampire based origin. The gas wouldn't last long, maybe five minutes. But anyone that took a breath would be infected by it, and soon parish.Anyone that did a chemical trace from the victims would see resemblance of the vampire genes in it, showing a direct correlation. The trust for vampires and humans would soon plummet. Forcing any sympathizers on the human side to rejoin their brother and sisters. Three more chemical weapons would be dropped on this city, two in DC, and two in London. Erickson's plan has finally reached it's next level, the beginning of the Second Nightwars.

Hank got up, his body in pain, his mind out of focus. But he got up. He picked up his fallen cane and limped his way tot he ledge to see what has been done. The few bystanders in the park were losing their minds. Hank was having trouble seeing through the lenses of the mask but he could see well enough as the fog cleared that something was wrong. Gun shots started going off through out the city, lots more then usual. Almost like a war was going on down there. Hank looked down again, and saw that the people once in agony were no running towards another person down below, soon tackling them, attacking them, ripping them to shreds. They were running with speeds un-human, he saw one take a bullet to the chest, then keep running. Their blood ran thick, thick as glue. They were definitely dead, they just refused to stay dead now. And Hank was forced to watch from his out-dated gas mask.