Ran patted the guard down. No further weapons, but he withdrew a keycard swipe. He peered back and forth down the hallway. They had dragged him here half drugged and wearing a black hood. Neither passageway felt right now.

Randal picked the direction the guard had come from and ran, his bare feet making little noise on the cold floor.

Passing several cells, Randal considered a massive cell breach. He didn’t know how yet or what further prisoners the vampires had, but any would only add to the confusion.

The Special rounded a corner and gunfire opened up on him.