by Doc 42 » Tue Apr 21, 2009 8:33 pm
3 motorbikes zipped down the dim street, the night sky above them softly lit by the glow of the rest of the city. They were going through no mans land, where the reach of the demon's and vampire's influence melded and blurred. The bikers were vampires, the type that slunk around in dark alley ways in groups, all wearing hoodies, their faces dark and rugged. Normally they were the type that would sooner mug another vampire rather than listen to any sort of order but a combination of the black hand's iron grip at the threat of the demon's spread had a way of bringing people together with fascinating consequences. For one, while the Steelfist clan used to have access to chains bats and the odd shabby revolvers as weapons, now they had inagrams slung over their backs and something much rarer around their belts... Entering demon territory, lights off, using their limited night eyes to see, the lead biker pulled the Nerve gas grenade from around his belt, using his thumb to pull out the pin, with a flick of his arm, he sent the grenade spinning through the air and through a window of a nearby house, smashing it.
They were flushing out possible demon hideout points which had been scouted in past days, trying to force the monsters out onto the streets...

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