Clara took the thick ice pick from her sleeve and placed it, point down, into the thin metal of the air duct, ever so slowly pushing it through.

She pulled out a tiny scope, sliding one end through the small opening she had created and looking through the eyepiece. A control room was twenty feet below her. She twisted a dial and this caused a pulling in one direction and a slackening in the opposite direction, forcing the scope to turn and look around the room. Three men and a vampire, weapons on an opposite wall in a locked case.