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Carefully, you attached the silencers to your pistols and slipped them back into their holsters.
<span class="mu-r">“Keep a lookout, Cindy. Remember to phone in if you see anything weird happening.”</span> you said. The little girl responded by giving you a thumbs up, extending her pinky and then rotating her wrist back and forth.
You nodded and lept from your perch, becoming fully immersed in your role as “The Huntsman”.
Thanks to your superior speed and agility, you were able to move quickly and quietly across the lawn without alerting anyone or lingering for too long. You circled around the left side of the building, scaled the wall with ease and encountered a locked window.
Not wanting to take the time to carefully slip the latch, you sprayed a thick layer of webbing over the glass and shoved your fist straight through it. Due to the webbing holding each shard of glass in place, this action caused very little noise. It more or less sounded like someone tearing open a bag of popcorn. But even that was probably loud enough to attract a vampire’s attention.
Pushing your hand through, you reached up and slipped the latch, allowing you to open the window with relative ease. You quickly crawled through, closed the window with your foot and webbed the opening shut. It wasn’t even two minutes before you heard someone approaching to investigate the sound.
You slowed your breathing, in hopes that most vamps couldn’t hear heartbeats or something, and clung to the ceiling as you activated your thermal vision. Within seconds, a humanoid figure entered the room and was now glancing around the room. His body temperature was far lower than normal, which was to be expected. He didn’t even get a chance to look in your direction before you descended on a webline, lined up the muzzle of your gun with the back of his head and fired a silver bullet through his head and into the mass of thick webbing clinging to the shattered glass, muffling the sound.
One down.
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The next hour or so felt like it had slowed to a crawl as you skulked through the gloomy interior of the crematorium. You started out by picking off vamps and webbing them to the ceiling. That worked for a while, but eventually, the black ichor that flowed through their cold, dead veins started to pool onto the ground, alerting the others to your presence.
And so, you decided to use your speed and superhuman reflexes to get the job done. You’d drop down on them, and clear out the room before anyone knew what was happening. At this point, it was very clear that your cover had been blown, but by holding onto the silencers, they had trouble pinning down your exact location. You were also certain that Annie was clearing them out in another part of the building, if all the hissing and howling was any indication.
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