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Quincy stood in the doorway in an expensive suit which was utterly ruined by several bullet holes. That amount of air conditioning would have been lethal to a human, even to most vampires, but in Quincy's case, dark unnatural blood welled up sullenly, like treacle being forced from a bottle. One of the vampire's expensive shoes was gone and his vest was splattered with more red, more human blood, clearly not his own. Ironically Quincy's tie, complete with gold tie pin was unmarked and perfectly fastened.

"We are out of time, they musn't have it," Quincy declared, and thrust a small ornately fashioned key with a tag of polished wood into January's hand. Three digits were picked out in golden inlay and there was the slight and familiar hum of power to the thing. Without waiting for a response Quincy shoved January inside and slammed the door shut. A moment later there was a burst of gunfire, not the child like crack of a gangbangers hand gun, but the deep full throated roar of assault weapons. There was a bat like shriek beyond the door and the beating of great wings. The gunfire intensified. Through a grimy window January could make out men, human men carrying modern assault weapons. His vampiric eyes picked out the glint of chainmail shirts beneath their hoodies and jeans as they hosed fire into the sky after some retreating foe. One of the men, a shaven headed brute who might have served as a USMC recruiting poster if not for the burns which disfigured his neck and lower jaw, pointed at January's door and shouted something which wasn't an invitation to dinner.


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Qunicy gives you a key and then slams the door shut in your face a second before assault rifle armed thugs in hoddies and chain mail open fire on him. He turns to a great bat and flies away, but not before the thugs spot your apartment and head for it.
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