7:00 p.m.
Zeernebooch had lost a few more points and was suffering a headache from being smacked repeatedly. He deserved it.
Tension was so high it was palpable.
The Vampyres had gone into high gear. There were hundreds of FBI agents in the area.
Jones and Clark missed their hourly report to Reginald.
They were either on the trail of Giles Giles and the Tinas or something had happened to them.
We were fucked.
Sunset was approximately two hours away.
It was time to call the Obizuth.
No more waiting.
Shit.