The Hunted (Hobbs)

[Dante Stark]

Dante had been sitting in the small cafe watching the clock tick by, he was preparing for another hunt he'd arranged with Hobbs, Danticus was stalking the vampire in the dinner he'd been watching for a couple of weeks and now he was going to bring him down..

Danticus texted Hobbs the details and the time of where to meet him and she'd need to bring something heavy as he'd left most of his equipment at his garage, all he had was a gun and his knife that wouldn't be enough to take down this guy on his own.. He was part of the Pro War Vampires, and Dante wanted to stop him delivering important information to the war group.

The Vampire left the cafe, and Dante trailed him from a safe distance... The Vampire had gone inside a derelict hotel where a few vampires stayed overnight.. Dante texted Hobbs his current location and awaited for her arrival, while he was waiting he could hear a woman screaming and he withdrew his gun looking for Hobbs he couldn't see her yet so he'd have to go in alone and he wasn't prepared to get killed by a couple of bloodsuckers just yet. Dante ran inside with his gun drew and carefully explored the building hoping Hobbs would get there soon and give him the much needed backup otherwise this operation was going to go south really fast.

Dante waited in one of the empty rooms he was looking for the source of the scream, he still hadn't found it so he was trying to be careful about how he moved in the building they could probably smell him already and he didn't like that he could be caught at any moment.. Bodies littered the hallway as Dante stepped over them trying to avoid them and disrespecting the bodies. Dante sighed softly as he waited before charging off into the upper levels of the hotel.

"Goddamn it Hobbs, where are you... " Dante cussed stealthy as he crept around still avoiding the vampires.

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

To say that Hobbs was packing heat tonight would be an understatement. Along with the usual silver, UV, foam, and ordinary grenades in her leg, Hobbs was armed to the back teeth with ammo, weapons, and technology. Her thermal imaging glasses were propped on top of her head, and even now as she ran, she strapped a throat mic around her neck and haphazardly tried to fit herself with an earpiece.

She had a duffel bag slung across her back, containing her sniper rifle and a crossbow with all kinds of trick bolts, explosive arrowheads, and zip wire grappling hook mechanisms. She'd mocked Logan for carrying a crossbow as his primary weapon, but to be honest, you could do things with crossbow bolts that you simply couldn't with a bullet.

Her phone buzzed for the second time, and Hobbs slowed to pull out her phone and flip it open. Read message. She absorbed Stark's text in seconds, and groaned.
"Oh, come on, you've gotta be kidding me," she sighed, flipping the phone shut again. She'd been so close to the café and now he was on the move again? She'd never catch up at this rate.

Hobbs pocketed the phone and changed course towards the hotel, hoping she wasn't too late. Just like him to rush on ahead. Did it not occur to him that he might be killed before she could make it?

Syncing the earpiece to the mic as she ran, she touched her finger and thumb to the throat pads, "Stark, come in, are you there? Stark." Just static on the frequency. God dammit. He either hadn't picked up a radio set before he left the base or she was out of range. Please be out of range, she begged silently. Please... She couldn't keep communicating with him on this mission if she had to send him a text every time. Radios were so much easier.

Hobbs turned into an alleyway and jumped to catch the fire escape ladder. It descended on a spring, and after a few moments of struggling, she managed to pull herself up onto the walkway, where she then proceeded to climb the stairways that zigzagged up the side of the building. It was only four floors, thank God.
Her feet pounded on the metal grille steps, rattling the entire fire escape with every footstep. Hobbs was too preoccupied to worry about whether it was going to come off the wall with her on it. She pulled the duffel bag off as she ran up the stairs, and by the time she got onto the roof she'd already pulled out her sniper rifle and assembled it. She dropped to her knees behind the low parapet that circled the perimeter of the roof and hunkered down with the sniper rifle. From her vantage point, Hobbs could see through the windows into the abandoned hotel opposite, where she'd be able to cover Stark from afar. She could do more damage than if she was up close and personal. Though, if she needed to get into the fray herself, then that was what the crossbow and zip wire bolts were for.

She touched her fingers to the throat mic again. "Stark, are you there, can you hear me?"

[Dante Stark]

Dante walked through the building trying to use his microphone but too much static caused him unable to reach Hobbs clearly, Dante walked through the door and into a large conference room where a man had tackled him into the table. Dante grunted as he threw the man off him and pulled out his side arm firing it a couple of times killing the man, he wasn't a vampire he was a human.. But he was loyal to the vampires like some kind of blood sacrifice. Dante reloaded his gun and checked the room for anymore supporters or vampires.. He needed to find the source of the scream before it was too late.

He approached one of the older rooms and looked out the window noticing a figure on the other building and he waved before being tackled once more by another human supporter this one brandishing and knife, he'd knocked Dante's sidearm away and as Dante stood up the man slashed at him as Dante kicked him away he saw the man fall and a bookcase land on top of him.. This place was a death trap, and he'd nearly been killed in a matter of seconds by some cultist that supported the vampires cause. Dante walked back through into a large open Lobby room as he felt something come up behind him and toss him out the window of the room he was previously in.

Dante gripped on for dear life as he felt the man begin to attack his hands as he tried to shift positions and try and clamber back in the windowsill.

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

There was nothing on the radio, just static. Hobbs swore something in Chinese under her breath, her mouth spitting the vowels out as she dipped her head down to the scope, tilting her glasses so that one eye saw in magnified zoom and one saw in thermal vision. The radios weren't working, even though - as she saw through the scope of her sniper rifle - Stark was equipped with a radio. She saw his lips moving, but nothing was coming through at her end. Something was disrupting the radio, or perhaps they weren't on the same frequency. Hobbs fiddled with her earpiece, making sure she was tuned in right. The problem had to be on his end, then. There was no other way.

"Come on," Hobbs said to herself, before putting her eye to the scope again. She was just in time to see some son of a bitch come from nowhere and slam Stark into a table. Hobbs, ready with her finger on the trigger, steadied the rifle, but Stark and the other guy were too close together. There was no way she could safely make a shot without taking the risk of accidentally blasting Stark's head off too. She opened both eyes, and through her thermal glasses she could see the man's yellow-green heat signature. The other guy was human? Then why was attacking a Hunter?

Stark overpowered the man, and moved into the next room, Hobbs following him with sharp eyes. He glanced out of the window, saw her, waved. Hobbs returned the gesture with that casual salute she'd given him back on the cliff top.
He was, once again, taken down by a human with a knife, and Hobbs trained the crosshairs on the human's forehead. He moved too much too quickly, and Hobbs couldn't take a safe shot. Not that she really needed to, she could tell that Stark had it covered. Though eventually, when Stark was left dangling from the window cill of a room, Hobbs took the shot. The man had been trying to get Stark to fall, but a UV bullet straight through the forehead fixed that problem. It was a bullet intended for Vampires, but any old bullet worked well enough on a Human.

The attacker's head exploded in a flower of sanguine red, and he collapsed backwards onto the floor. Hobbs sat up straight, pushing back her thermal glasses with a thumb. She grabbed the crossbow, took aim above another window of the room, and fired. The bolt, and the wire it was attached to, shot across the gap between the buildings, struck the mortar between two bricks, and anchored itself. Hobbs grabbed the other end of the zip wire, wound it around a spike, and stuck it into the parapet in front of her.

She tucked the crossbow into the duffel bag. Slung the bag and the sniper rifle across her back. Grabbed the zip wire. Threw herself from the roof.

She zoomed down the wire so fast it made her eyes sting and her face feel cold. She put out her right leg and busted the window with her carbon fibre and steel prosthetic before landing ungracefully on the floor of the room inside. If she'd tried breaking the window with her real leg she'd have been ripped to shreds.
Hobbs clambered to her feet and hurried to the window, stepped over the dead man, grabbed Stark by the wrists, and helped haul him inside.

[Dante Stark]

Dante nodded at Hobbs thanking her silently for her gesture of saving his life.. Once again, and of course he was grateful for here helping him once again. Dante looked at Hobbs and looked around the room finding a large piece of paper and a table for him to draw on.. Dante ran his fingers over the piece of paper using blood as an almost ink.

"Alright Hobbs, this mission is slightly more complex than our other one.. We've got junkies high on vampire blood who are supporting them.. So Civilian casualties are going to be influenced by this job.. We've also got a subbasement level where most of the sacrifices are going on..Hopefully we'll find some "Sane" survivors that we can rescue but the plan is.. Waste all hostiles.. Save an none hostiles.. then finally we're going to blow this shit-hole up..." Dante looked at Hobbs as he'd traced out a very decent map.. Even if it was made of blood. Dante wiped his finger on his jeans and allowed Hobbs to examine the map before they set off..

Dante crouched down low as he reared his head around the corner, he'd been holding his gun as he turned the corner outright ready to fire.. The building was creaking and footsteps could be heard from all aspects of the building as Dante finally reared the next corner Hobbs hot on his tail, they had been walking through one of the destroyed kitchens and it stank of flesh and decomposing bodies.. Dante gestured to Hobbs to take the other side of the door as he slowly opened it.. A man was sitting there skinning a fresh kill as Dante came in behind him.. He yelled for him to freeze but the man began charging at Dante and he fired two shots into the man's skull he dropped like a sack of bricks as Dante stepped over him.

Hobbs & Dante had probably killed about five supporters as they continued through the building, it used to be a nest to a group of powerful vampires from the Victorian era.. and it had plenty of hiding spots and hidden caverns.. Dante and Hobbs had only explored a quarter of the building.. and yet everything seem so quiet, Dante stopped in one of the corridors and looked at Hobbs. "I think.. we could potentially be heading towards a trap.. I haven't seen a Bloodhound in so long.. and yeah since nobody else has named Human's high on Vampire blood.. i think i get to name em' Bloodhounds... seeing as they are like feral dogs.. But anyway we should keep our eyes and ears open. " Dante kicked open one of the doors as they appeared in what looked to be like an old ballroom..

A bloodhound was standing in the middle of the room snarling looking at Dante and Hobbs as he pushed play on an old stereo as the room began playing with The Contours - Do you love me. Seconds later old boards began to smash as more of them began to surround the hunters, they had been armed with bats and wooden planks closing in on them fast.. "I get the feeling.. We're late for the party... But either way i'll take then ten on the right you take the ten on the left.." Dante smirked as he raised his pistol and shot one of them down.. the rest began charging towards him and he was able to shoot three more down before his magazine was empty..

Dante grabbed one of the bats and began to swing wildly at the monsters unaware of how Hobbs was dealing with her group.. Dante's bat smashed as he wildly bludgeoned one of their skulls in as the beasts let out snarls and growls.. One of them struck Dante knocking him down on the floor he was able to roll out of the deathly strike as he brought the man down with him.. He'd quickly got up to his feet just in time to dodge a bat to the face, Dante sighed as he punched the final feral beast in the face knocking it down....
He panted looking at Hobbs.. "I wish my Prom had been like this.. Although it was still pretty kickass.. Got a spare magazine?.." Dante enquired as he held out his gun rummaging through his pockets to see if he'd brought a spare.

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

She followed him to the table and frowned as he began to map out the building in blood. Not his own blood, which could possibly be a worse thought. Hobbs rummaged in her inside jacket pocket and pulled out a little blue pen, the kind they use at betting shops with those slips of paper.
"I've got a-," she began to say, holding up the pen. Then, finding that he'd finished his masterpiece in red, she put the pen back. "Never mind."

He wiped his hand, thank God for that, and left again, Hobbs opened her mouth to say something, a lot of things actually, but he was gone. She wanted to make sure their radios were turned into the same frequency, she wanted to ask how much of the building he'd scouted before she'd arrived, how he knew there was a basement level, and why the hell these Humans were off their rocker fighting for Vampires. But he was gone, and Hobbs pulled out her Glock and hurried after him. The last thing she wanted was to get separated.
God dammit, could that man not slow down for even a second?

She shouldered the duffel bag and her sniper rifle a little higher up her back, slid out her Glock magazine to check she was fully loaded and clicked it back in. Not UV rounds, but then such technology would be a shame to waste on Humans.
SIlently, he gestured for her to take the other side of the door; no blind spots that way. Hobbs pressed her shoulder up against the wall on the other side of the door, holding her Glock at the ready. She slid her finger into the trigger and thumbed off the safety as Stark opened the door. He went in first, with Hobbs close on his heels, covering him.

Two gunshots and a man dropped dead, and they were already moving through into the corridor beyond.
"If you suspect that we're heading into a trap, how about we stop for a second and think logically about this?" she asked, following him out of the room. "We need to slow down and plan our escape route; there's no use barging in, guns blazing, if we don't have a backup strategy. Didn't being in the military teach you anything?"

So he called the feral Humans Bloodhounds? Didn't really have a nice ring to it. Perhaps Dante was unused to nicknaming things with poetic awesomeness the way she was.
Aaand he was on the move again. Suppressing a sigh, she followed him into the ballroom, where more crashed down through the ceiling with various makeshift weapons. Oh for fuck's sake. She just couldn't catch a break, could she? For once, just for once, it would be nice to do a quiet job. A stakeout, maybe, with radio and cheeseburgers.

I'll take then ten on the right you take the ten on the left.
"What? House left or stage left?" But there was no time for chit chat. He started taking down his side, leaving her to get down to business with the only side remaining.

She fired off round after round with her Glock, taking out shoulders and kneecaps and ankles with surgical precision before realising that they were gonna keep coming back at her unless she put a nice one between the eyes. She popped open her leg compartment, took out two of the bombs, pulled the pins with her teeth and threw them in opposing directions. The incendiary grenade exploded, taking out three, and the foam grenade detonated, capturing two more in the high density polyurethane foam. It air hardened in seconds and set like Polyfilla.
Hobbs advanced on two of the other junkies that Stark decided to dub 'Bloodhounds' and calmly peppered them in the face with a couple of bullets each. Releasing the magazine, she slid another in as she moved over to the last two trapped in the foam. Firing off two more bullets, she left them slumped over, pouring blood into the foam from the open wounds in their foreheads. She turned back to Stark, who'd just done dispatching his last opponent.

Got a spare magazine?
"Yeah, but they fit my Glock. What's your handgun make and model?" She had spare loaded clips in her pockets, but they were for her Glock and she didn't know what kind of gun he used. It would be easier if she passed him the loose bullets and he reloaded them by hand. Hobbs reached for one of the pockets of her cargo shorts. "You'll have to load them into your empty magazines yourself. What calibre do you take?" She pulled out a few plastic wallets full of ammo. Some were UV, some silver fluoride, and some were normal lead rounds. She eyed his handgun, estimating his calibre, and tossed a couple of UV and lead packets his way. "Tell me if I guessed right."
She picked up the empty magazine she'd released and opened a packet of lead rounds, reloading them into the magazine.
"Don't rush off again, Stark. We need to stop and talk about the strategy, not to mention syncing our radios. Preparation is everything."

[Dante Stark]

He'd eyed up the bag she tossed him and laughed "Alright you got me... But this pistol.. I love my P228 it's gotten me through many rounds with a couple of those things we fight.. and alright we'll draw up a plan from here.." He loaded some of the bullets into his magazine and tossed whatever was left in the bag back to her.. The song had by now finished and he was glad there was nothing more than silence.. one of the blood hounds was writhing about on the floor and Dante placed his foot on its chest.. It'd hissed something at him.. "Because.. We do the things people can only dream about.. G'night princess.." Dante slowly spoke as he brought his foot over the beasts neck and clicked it between his boot.. these things didn't deserve much mercy, he wouldn't condone their actions as he could still smell rotting flesh throughout the building..

Dante returned to his previous position close to Hobbs and kicked the radio on his way past.. "Alright, form what i can tell we're on the second floor convention room.. or ballroom.. On the next floor up is where they keep some of the food source.. So we will have to get through there although it's going to smell worse than death.. and it's not going to look a downside pretty.. then we'll need to pass through some of the master rooms and look for hostages.. The Vampires have all headed down towards the basement to get into the "Hidden Levels" through one of the boiler pipes... I've scouted a far amount of this building but the Bloodhounds should be in some of the less exposed areas.. Y'know they are still junkies and we're still vulnerable they've probably got needles of Vampire blood and or other substances.. " Dante paused for a second he could hear more of them.. running around like rats but not engaging them..

Dante waited until the sounds died down and he looked across the room for there escape route.. "There is a crudely made meth lab just before we get to the basement.. I was thinking we could maybe mix up a time bomb to go off once we've completed our job.. No evidence... We can't let anybody find out what went down in here.. this mission isn't even on the books.. so once we're done we'll torch it and not speak of this within the group.. Although i know we can both keep our secrets.. " Dante grinned as he grabbed another bat.. He wasn't going to use his bullets all at once..

Hobbs and Dante set off towards the food storage, as Dante had put it.. as they drew closer the stench became more rotten and foul.. fresh puddles of blood were around the door as he nodded to her and slowly undid the handle before they burst into the room... Nothing was in here no hounds.. just corpses without skin and muscle.. and various body parts littered the room.. Dante almost heaved at the sight of this but he was able to contain himself. .. They walked through the room as body parts squished under his combat boots.. Even though he'd seen worse he was still at odds with how bad this job actually had been... Either way Hobbs & Dante wouldn't be forgetting this mission for a long while.. even if they both had been experienced... Dante gripped his bat as they reared another corner to where the supposed hostages had been.. Dante looked in the room and saw some bound bodies.. It appears he'd been wrong about the living sacrifices... unless they'd been held elsewhere.

"Let's just go to the basement.. I've seen enough we're finishing this job." Dante's voice had changed from his light usual perky self into a more angry serious tone.. He'd lost all compassion for what they were doing, as Dante had reared the corner another junkie had charged at him and he slammed the bat widely into the man's knee caps and repeatedly smashed his face with the bat until it cracked and he dropped it onto the corpse he'd just made.. "Kill fucking confirmed..." Dante's voice was almost like he was back out on the battlefield holding a rifle and shooting at the enemy.. He didn't even seem to care at the body he'd just bludgeoned to death..

Dante continued to walk down the corridor with Hobbs behind him, neither of them uttered a word about what Dante had just done.. Words probably couldn't even describe it, but they continued to walk corridor after corridor down flights of stairs in silence..

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

"A SIG Sauer? So I guessed right, then," Hobbs said. The P228 and the 17 both used nine millimetre calibre rounds. Which was a good thing, too, because that was almost all that she carried.
She smiled a lopsided sort of smile as she caught the bag he threw back to her. Hobbs resealed the packets and pocketed them.

They were stopping for a breather. Great. Hobbs took the break to drop the sniper rifle and the duffel bag from her shoulder. She'd been lugging them around since her position on the roof and they weren't getting any lighter. She reloaded the sniper rifle and put it back into the bag, fully-assembled in case she needed to pull it out in a second. In its place she took out the crossbow and gave that and a set of normal and UV crossbow bolts to Stark.
"Take these," she said, sliding them across the floor towards him. "Beats bludgeoning people to death."

Hobbs looked away distastefully as he killed one of the junkies who hadn't been lucky enough to bag a quick death. Hobbs wasn't squeamish about killing, and some cases she believed it was a morally right thing to do. But no matter what she killed, she always gave her targets the quick and humane death they deserved, and she allowed them to keep their dignity. In death, it was all one could ask for, but clearly Stark didn't hold such beliefs.
But Hobbs looked away and said nothing.

Hobbs dipped her hand into her pocket for another radio set. She'd brought a spare in case he'd left the base without one. She'd seen that he'd had one through the sniper scope, but perhaps he'd lost it out the window earlier. She untangled it from her MP3 earphones, made sure they were on the same frequency, and tossed it to him. "Put that on quick," she said sharply, "in case we get lost or get split up, we'll need to communicate somehow." He could strap it around his neck and fit the earpiece himself. She wasn't doing that for him, too. She wasn't his bloody mother.

He warned her that the next floor up wasn't going to look or smell very pleasant. Hobbs was okay with that. She'd come across some pretty nasty shit before. "Sounds like fun," she remarked, slinging the duffel bag across her back. "I guess you'll lead the way, Mr. Machismo."

So he wanted to blow this place up and not speak of it again? That was a bit much. She wasn't going to go around bragging about this anyway, not her style, and certainly in bad taste, but if these junkies turned out to be a problem, an issue more widespread than they thought it was now, then she was alerting the others, no matter what he said.

Hobbs readied her Glock and followed him from the room in silence. The next floor was, simply put, horrific. She stepped into the room and retched, fighting the taste of bile at the back of her throat. She put a leather sleeve to her nose and mouth, but didn't lower her gun. She treaded carefully through the strewn dead bodies, some flayed, others de-fleshed entirely. Stark, however, wasn't as careful with where he stood, and he walked across bodies with no thought as to their dying dignity.
She followed him from the room and lowered her arm back to steady her gun.

If Hobbs had been worried about Stark's state of mind before, she certainly was now. On the stairs down, he freaked and brutally beat the human attacker with a bat even though Hobbs had given him a crossbow mere moments before. He was acting over-emotional, untrained, and starting to get reckless, and frankly, Hobbs had had enough. He was taking this far too personally. These people were dead or otherwise beyond saving. All they could do now was wipe out the Vampires at the source and torch the place.

As Stark began to move again, she caught him by the collar to stop him in his tracks.
"What the fuck is your problem, Stark?" she hissed. "I don't know what's got into you, but you're violent, you're erratic, and right now you're downright scary. If you expect me to keep putting my life in your hands, then keep your head on straight otherwise I'm out of here and you can find yourself a new partner."

She roughly shouldered past him and stepped over the dead man he'd left on the floor. "I'll take the lead from here," she said coldly.

[Dante Stark]

Stark had overreacted that's for sure he was never this brutal with his attacks though.. Dante shook it off as he remembered the fear in the now dead man's eyes, he gripped the crossbow Hobbs had given him.. He'd strapped the radio device and plugged the ear piece in and then began to follow her lead.. "Moment of madness.. Sorry if it ruined our hunt.. But sometimes.. Sometimes people don't deserve mercy.. That's all on the matter.. " Dante's voice remained like it had before not adopting his boyish smile.. They'd proceeded through one of the corridors and Stark stopped to look.. It looked like a pole once belonged her cause he could see a small drop in the distance as he leant over the railing.. He'd not heard the Junkie sneak up behind him and he fell over the railing and landed on a large pile of dead bodies.. "Merry fucking Christmas Dante, you're covered in entrails.. what more could a boy want.. " He remarked slyly as he rummaged through the bodies retrieving his crossbow.

Dante stood up and wiped most of the gunk and organs off him.. At least the smell hadn't rubbed off on him he thought.. He'd wondered if Hobbs had dealt with his attacker as he looked up and called out "Hobbs.. You alright up there.. " Dante paused and waited for her response as he played around with the radio device.. Stark was sure he heard an audible yell but he couldn't really tell as he rummaged around the room looking for some kind of door way.. He'd been tossed half a floor down so it would have been easy to rendezvous with Hobbs.. He'd just have to hope most of this part of the building wasn't as ruined.

Dante barged through the double doors and looked out into the hallway it was mostly dark and plenty of opportunities for him to be ambushed.. Dante clung to the wall holding the crossbow out in front of him.. "I'm going to try make my way back to you Hobbs.." Dante muttered as he fiddled with the device.. Admittedly it wasn't completely scary down here but you never knew what lurked in the darkness, and that's what truly frightened most people not knowing what really lurked down here.

Dante heard something rustle behind him and without hesitation spun on the spot and fired the crossbow.. He'd ask questions later if it had been Hobbs.. but he knew it wasn't because he could still hear the growling in the darkness.. Dante already hated these Bloodhounds and he would be thankful when he wouldn't have to deal with these little fuckers anymore.. Either way once Hobbs and He had cleared this place.. it was going to burn like a fire.. a fire that'd destroy all the evidence that Stark and Hobbs, had to wade through.. Dante looked at his watch and it was gone midnight.. they'd been here more than they needed to.. Dante darted through the hallway not caring about the feral hounds anymore.. He heard lots of them growl and begin to chase him as he reared around another corner and used the rubble below him to build a stand so he could climb into the ventilation shaft.. Dante crawled for what seemed like an endless time Dante came out on the of the shaft panting for air.... "That smelt like fucking ass.. " He spoke to himself once more sighing..

[Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung]

Hobbs said nothing back to him. While it was true that some didn't deserve mercy, he couldn't be sure of these people's guilt. He had no idea if they were responsible or just out of their minds in the wrong place and at the wrong time. Hobbs doubted that it was them that had done this. Humans were scumbags often, but rarely to this level of depravity. She quietly eyed him with her dark gaze and turned her head away, proceeding down the steps into the darkness ahead of him.

Further down, Stark leaned over an edge missing a railing and got himself pushed right over. Fucking Sod's Law. As Stark plunged into the darkness, Hobbs turned and slammed his skull into the wall behind her, and the man was knocked out with a yell before his unconscious body collapsed at her feet. Hobbs leaned over the edge where Stark had fallen and peered down into the shadows.
He was already yelling up to her.
"I'm fine," she called back. "You okay?"
Hobbs took a step back into the stairwell. She wasn't following him down there and landing atop the corpse pile like he had. She'd have to find another way down.

Hobbs continued down the stairs. The stairway turned around a corner to her right, but the bend sloped away from the wall. Hobbs yelled out loud in shock as her right foot slipped on the blood slicked slope down and she lost her footing. Her Glock went over the edge as Hobbs managed to catch the ledge, and dangled by her hands. She heard the gun clatter away a fair distance down.
Hobbs took deep slow, breaths as she hung from the ledge in pitch darkness. She couldn't see a damn thing, so slowly and carefully, she rummaged in her pocket for an emergency glow stick and she cracked it against the cement wall she dangled against. As the stick began to glow fluorescent white, Hobbs held it out, trying to illuminate the space around her.

Her fingers on the ledge were slipping...

She dropped the glow stick and watched over her shoulder as it illuminated the drop and fell to the floor by her gun. Her other hand caught the ledge again and she tried to haul herself up, but out of the darkness a boot came out and struck her in the face, sending her down the fifteen foot drop.
She landed hard on her back. Winded and in pain, Hobbs opened up her eyes and coughed. She could taste the sour iron metallic tang of blood in her mouth; she'd bitten down on her tongue when that bastard had kicked her in the face. Hobbs rolled onto her side and spat the blood out, reaching for her Glock that lay beside the glow stick not too far away. Quick as a flash, she snatched up the gun, rolled onto her back, and fired up into the darkness at the thing Stark had called a Bloodhound.
The bullet hit, and she heard the body drop.

Groaning, Hobbs got to her feet, picking up the white glow stick as she stared up at the ledge from which she'd fallen. Blood poured from her mouth and dripped off her chin, probably looking more like a Vampire than even the Vampires did. And then she turned around.

Oh... fuck.

There they were. Tens of them. Fifty, maybe. All staring at her, hungry-eyed, out of the darkness.
"Hey guys," Hobbs said slowly, her hand reaching for her incendiary grenades. "Nice day to get blown up, isn't it?"
They bolted after her, but not after she'd sprinted for the corridor to her left, leaving three grenades in her wake. They each exploded when she was halfway down the corridor, and Hobbs could feel the fire and the heat behind her, could smell the cooked flesh, like barbeque.
"Stark!" she radioed in, sprinting down the corridor, "where the fuck are y-" She was blindsided and slammed against the wall by something fast and strong coming at her from the left. Hobbs slid down the wall, wrestling with the creature on top of her. Female - it looked like - inhumanly strong, and fanged. Vampire. Hobbs tried to lift her Glock and get a bullet in the Vamp's eye, but her hand holding the Glock was pinned down, and those fangs were inches away from her neck...