Martin turned the smoke dispenser off and closed the doors behind him. Time to bandage that wound. He couldn't find one, turned out a stray bullet had popped one of the blood bags in his backpack. Lucky me.
Martin had the van hot-wired in 13 seconds, almost beat his old record.
He turned the ignition on and started the car. It came to life with a low hum, then the music turned on.
Some religious aria blasted trough the streets. Martin quickly turned it off, everyone must have heard that. So much for stealth.
He drove the van around the block as fast as he could and jumped out, ran over to his own car and ferried over his stuff to the van with a hurry.

A large group of vampires was coming his way.

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No sense in hiding now, Martin attached his laptop to the speakers installed on the van and turned the smoke generator back on.
He turned on some music, blasted it loud, waited for the countdown and rammed his foot on the gas paddle.

The engine roared, the tires screeched, martin laughed and the van sped forward.
300 yards, more power!
200 yards, headlights on, are those ultraviolet lights?
100 yards, the vampires are scattering in attempt to escape vehicular carnage.
IMPACT!
The van smashed trough a dozen vampires and came out pretty much unscathed.

Martin felt the rush and kept driving, while howling like a madman.

There was a SOLDIER blockade cleaning up about half a dozen of vamps. There were makeshift barriers set up. Martin rolled down a window and shot at the pillars keeping them up. One of the barriers fell over on top of a car. Martin bashed trough several vampires and maybe one or two SOLDIERs, he didn't know, he didn't care. He had bigger things on his mind, like hitting that ramp.

Martin flew for a good 30 to 50 before landing and driving on. A minute later he had returned to the blast site, where the vampires had come out to investigate. He plowed trough them then came to a halt with screeching tires.

Martin jumped out and shoveled Johnathans remains into the van.
"Please please please don't be my target" Martin mumbled with a painful look on his face.

He heard gunshots coming his direction so he got back in the car and drove into the shadows of the forest and turned of the music.