The oldblood vampire took off in a blurr. It wouldn't have been impossible for Mithias to react, even given the lag time between his vampire reflexes and the jet interface, however, he did not. The icy feeling in his blood rang like a bell in his memory, recognition hit him from centuries ago. "No. It isn't possible..." He shook his head, and even before his scanners picked up the signal, he redirected his jet toward the source. "Gabriel!"

Flipping on his mic, Mithias broadcast an alert to all of SOLDIER. His voice was louder and more urgent. Hearing a vampire agent, particularly Varomere, in any kind of distress was a bad omen indeed. "This is special agent Varomere. I have Code Onyx at Kilo Point. Repeat. Code Onyx, Kilo Point. Coordinates 187, 947. Evacuate all non-essential personel! Code Onxy..."

Gritting his teeth as the airwaves started blaring in response. Mithias flew closer to his new target, locking on. Inwardly, he wondered if Gabriel had any clue about modern warfare and what this fighterjet could do to him. "This is Nightingale. I am in position to engage target. requesting 'fire-at-will.'"