The mission, almost.

A hunter’s strength is not measured by how many vampires he has killed. No, a hunter’s strength is measured by how much humanity he has left after a lifetime of killing. ~ From: The hunters guide to self reflection.


Almost two weeks have gone by since my last journal entry. It was not my intention to leave you, a future hunter, in the dark, without a friend. In this world of complicated times, things are not always as simple as they usually seem. We were told that our video meeting with the Pope was going to be delayed by a week. That meant I was going to have some time to get to know my fellow hunters, Jacks & Alexia. Let me tell you, they’ve teamed me up with a couple of kids. I doubt they’d recognize a fang even if it bit them in the ass. I was reluctant enough when ordered to return to duty, but now I have the pleasure of babysitting.

I spent most of the week getting back into the groove. Even though I’m retired, I still kept up my morning tradition of various exercises and stretches to keep me in shape, but it’s been a while since I’ve worked out on an actual course. I had forgotten what sore felt like, but I’d be damned if I let those two know it. I popped some arthritis medicine and I was good to go. After a week of that however, I was thinking maybe immortality wouldn’t have been so bad twenty years ago.

So last Monday it was go-time for the meeting. Alexia walked in and shot me a glare that made me think she felt I’d be better off in a retirement home. Not far behind her was Jacks. He looked like he’d be happier stuck in some lab instead of on an exciting mission. I never quite understood techie people and their obsession for electronics.

The lights dimmed and the giant wall sized monitor sprang to life. It was the Pope, and he looked worried. “I have an urgent mission for the three of you” was all he managed to say before a tremor shook the underground complex and we were left standing in the dark. Out of habit I instinctively reached into one of my myriad of pockets and pulled out a small but powerful LED/UV flashlight. I was about to flick on some light but emergency power beat me to it, leaving us bathed in a soft red glow.

My partners rushed out of the room, my guess Jacks was looking for a place to hide and Alexia was off to be a hero. Young people are so excitable. I stayed put for a few more minutes in case any aftershocks came rolling through. No sense in needlessly getting hurt. After none came it was looking more like sabotage than an earthquake.

It took our technicians three days to bring power online. The fangs had managed to blow out the power grid in key spots around our area. We could tell by their placement that they didn’t know exactly where we were, but that we were somewhere nearby. This was both comforting and disturbing at the same time. At least they still didn’t know the exact location of the complex, but I’ve never seen them this organized at the same time. Most fangs prefer solidarity over mingling with their own kind, clans being the exception. But me and my original team brought the last known clan down over 20 years ago. Perhaps this is the beginning of a regrouping effort.

We received a pre-recorded video from the Pope detailing our mission. With recent events communications have been put on lock down. Tonight I will be finding out why I was called back into service. One thing is for certain, I’ll be visiting Mexico soon. Along with the video came three plane tickets to San Ignacio. Public air travel was rare for us hunters due to the weapons cache we required, but I think I may know why the change this time. With nothing else to do the past week I caught up on the news and read about a passenger on a plane quoting biblical passages. I’m not sure how it relates to our trip but I’m sure there’s a connection. I wonder what the person saw on that plane.

~Dyson out.