“Exactly,” Marc replied. “That’s why I never take any chances.”
He had an idea of what happened. The men were attacked by two vampires, and Butter engaged them successfully. The difference was that one of the vampires was playing dead and attacked after the men let their guard down. That’s not what we taught them.
The proof was in the aftermath; there were several cigarettes strewn about. One was still holding a flask with the contents soaked up by the mud. Even surrounded by so much dead the scent of alcohol, a strong spirit, was easy to make out.
“What about the objective?” Marc asked.

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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