[i]"We sound crazy? You're the one who came to us."[/i] Piper's voice grumbled, a slight personal note tainting the words.

One could not blame her as she wasn't inherently wrong, just that the whole matter was just that - [i]crazy[/i]. They were talking about vampires as if it was some form of serious business, that all the media and lore about them had some bizarre root of truth, maybe even more than just a shred of it. [i]That[/i] was crazy. The worst part of it all was that everyone present to some extent seemed to have some reason to believe it. Memories were one thing but... actual evidence? An expert on veterinary medicine? A police cover up attempt? The alarms could not be going off any more loudly, yet calmly - barring Chris - the conversation kept moving. In fact, Carver did nothing to even acknowledge Piper's comment; the man seemed to be barely listening to the other company, the obviously quick to anger sort of company no less.

Carver let the fires of the other man's underlying rage cool some, accepting of the answer with his now characteristic nod; there was not a thing he could have done to settle Chris' spirit, short of sate the urge of violence. It all made for an unstable cocktail of emotions, especially as they awaited Cutter's arrival.

"However long it takes a drunkard to drive himself to a police station." Carver answered idly, his attention assumingly placed on Chris who took a methodical step forward.

"Try, yes. That's the best part about this entire thing - we are going to [i]try[/i] and do something. There's other ways of [i]trying[/i], but personally I am not too fond of those." The man stated, placing his hand to his hip and withdrawing the metal profile of a handgun; his finger rested calmly against the side of its slide, far from its trigger.

The weapon was worn-in with its matte finish displaying a number of imperfections, even a few portions now reduced again to steel and blackened plastic.

Releasing the magazine from its base, Carver quietly and methodically rotated the weapon over atop the table and ejected the round that had remained in its chamber; it clattered to the metal and rolled slowly, stopping against one of the photographs before he took it up and seated it once more in the magazine it had been drawn up from. They weren't large bullets, certainly not what one would think you "hunt" vampires with, but the outsider continued talking as he set the firearm down.

"This won't help us much. I am not even sure how many of these it takes to solve that issue. I never bothered, but this..." He pocketed the magazine before reaching into his battered olive overcoat, drawing out a silvered cross after upon a small string necklace, "Will do well."

"It doesn't matter what faith it is - any symbol of faith works." Carver looked to them both, not searching for a reaction but only their attention, "Cutter doesn't know it yet, but the bastard [i]is[/i] right sometimes. I just need to know more."

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