Hector looked on at the Captain of the Ship. He bore the insignia of a member of the Society of Leopold. Hector didn't care much for religious fanatics, especially ones that are set on destroying his kind. 

	"Tell me, what are your numbers in Constantinople? Have you seen a powerful vampire named Azaneal?" Hector asked. Shadowy tentacles emerged from Hector's back and threateningly enveloped the Society captain. 

	"Our numbers are thinning in Constantinople...Azaneal's servants are in there. We have difficulties setting up the city as a post with the massive supernatural presence there. It's a warzone, but all Satan's creatures will soon know God's judgement. We have reinforcements coming in-" Hector tired of the man and sent a dark tentacle slashing through his head, beheading him. 

	"If you aren't going to tell me about Azaneal, shut up. Crew, dump the bodies and take their loot. Half of you commandeer their ship and take down the flags, we're heading into Constantinople" Hector said.