Patrick sat in a office in the Demaitre Police Station. He glanced around looking at the walls and all the paper work, wanted signs, and missing peoples posters. It had always occured to him that Demaitre had a large number of people gone missing, more than most cities. Not mention the large amounts of 'under the table goods' being brought in. It was like somewhere a second soceity was at work under the shadow of the citizens of Demaitre.

Recently there had been a spike in illegal weapons dealing coming in from overseas and the feds wanted a specialist working with a officer from the Demaitre. Patrick was that officer. He hated it, becuase he knew this specialist was high up in terms of jurisdiction then he was. Which in turn meant that he would haft to listen to whatever this new partner of his told him to do. He sighed and snapped his pencil in half. Why did they haft to pick me for this? Patrick thought to himself. I know its becuase I'm the new guy. He though and just waited for his partner to come.

Over the past week.... Jax had been through hell and back dealing with the new reality she now faced night after night. Not day after day, no... She could no longer walk in the daylight... She could no longer look at the sun... Why one might ask? Because she had been stupid... She had been stupid enough to ignore her instincts and run but thinking back, would that even have helped? Probably not... That man... Vampire, was deranged...

People around the office had been commenting on how pale she was, and that she should take a day or two off to recover from whatever it was that was keeping her down... But Jax would just laugh it off and say it was because of the unberibly long, dark Canadian winters and lack of real sunlight to help her usualy once tanned apperance. Funny enough though she wasn't too much paler than before, just enough to give her skin a slight glow, and her dual colored eyes shone even brighter now.

Well they had watned a firearms specialest, well Jax owne more guns than half the force owned, an arsenol to be recond with. And though she was the Special Ops leader, well, then needed her here, and per request of night hours only, this had been the perfect opportunity... And a great cover.

She stopped into the bathroom as she made her way into the station, not because she had to go, but because she had to make sure there was no blood evident from her feeding. God she hated that! Hated having to feed off the blood of people! Which was why she had gotten a few bags of blood from the hopsital... Henri had warned her about dead blood... But it was worth a shot and it had worked.

But no... She was clean. Thank God she had a reflection... Something she had not inherited when Henri saved her... well if you could call it that.

The guy she was ment to be teaming up with was waiting in her office supposedly, a new guy, from the states just like her, with a loan ranger type look to him as one of the other women, a simple clerk, said. Perhaps he was a daimond in the rough... But a partner? She hadn't had one in ages... What if he found out?

Sighing she pushed open her door. "Officer Smith?" She called out, ah... Nice traditionaly dull name... Wasn't promising, but that didn't mean anything. His record, which she had looked at of course, said he was twenty nine, but he seemed just a bit older, as if life had dulled him out. Pity.

"I'm Captian Jaxon Synclair. And I'll be working on this little project with you I suppose." She said as she held out her hand to him. "You know a lot about firearms and amunition?" She asked, assuming that was why he was here as well.

As Jaxon entered the office Patrick tried his hardest not look angry. A WOMAN! THEY TEAMED ME UP WITH A FRACKING WOMAN. He looked at her and managed to smile and shake her hand. "Yes I'm officer Patrick Smith." he said and stood. Patrick then frowned. "I'm not gonna lie to you, I'm here becuase nobody else wanted to be teamed up with you. I had to take this because I was the new guy." He said. He was quite frank like that.

He looked at Jaxon. She was short which did not bother him, as a matter of fact he smiled again when he saw realized it, he could make some great short jokes when the time came. She seemed a bit pale, but hey this was Canada and they are on the night shift. Yet Patrick was shaken, she was attractive, very attractive and it took great effort to take his eyes off her. Maybe he was able when he noticed her eyes were different colors, one was green and one was blue. He shook his head to regain his focus on the job at hand.

"So lets skip the crapy introductions and get to it. We got about 500 million dollars of illegal arms coming in monthly and we need to find out who is behind it." He said. "Any ideas where to start?"

"Well then you're not going to last very long here kiddo." She said with a grim smile. She didn't only mean on this force, but in this city and in this world as well. If you don't want something, you won't get it. She had learned that many times over. "Not long at all. Anyway feel free to call me Jax, everyone else doesn I hate formalities." She said continuing with the 'crapy introductions' as he called them.

"But as for the Arms and munitions traficing, it's no where near that much." She said matter of factly, sitting on her desk with one leg propped up. "That data's about two years old or so... It's dropped and grown every now and then depending on who's in charge. But now... is more to about 458.6 million. Enough to supply the United States Army with weapons for a year. On raids we've ben confiscating more of the semi-automatics actualy a few hand guns, a decent amount of assault rifles and the sorts all in relations to proportion of course. And respective ammo, but that should come without saying. Different places seem to be carying different stuff. But something that's been here reacently, and I mean in the past four or five months."

She reached into her pocket a pulled out something that should look familliar to him. "Armor peircing bullets Smith." She said delibratly slow. "We've lost fourteen men to them already. Half on my squad. This is our biggest problem here and we need to find where these are comming from." She sighed and dropped the bullet back in her pocket. "As for where to start... I honwstly have no clue. I've been searching for months but I can't find a clear path into the city these are taking. The subway's only in town, and the train station does the screaning on just about everything... There have been no suspicious vehicals ortrucks in the city at all. But yet some how they're getting in. Some are even starting to wonder if it's an inside job." She shook her head. "But I know it's not. Who ever's bringing this shit in is good. Real good."

Patrick could only frown when she showed him the armor peircing bullet. "Well try not go all James Bond on me and maybe I won't get diced to ribbons." He said. Damn she knew what she was talking about, he knew plenty about arms from being in the US military seeing how he never did get a moments peace being in the trainning station for 5 years. They always had him doing drills to keep him sharp, this was not uncommon for men not serving overseas. Patrick glanced down at the paper work. "Well we can start by investigating areas down by the wharehouses, they will most likely make an exchange there." Patrick said. "But I think doing some basic preliminary watchs will be in need. Lets pick a time sometime tomarrow afternoon and go take a look around for anything that looks you know..." he said.

"Susspicious?" She finnished. Damn, he really was a rookie. "Look, I know suspicious when I smell it. My father was a SEAL, my step-father was a SEAL, my foster father was a SEAL. I know this kind of stuff." She shook her head. "All the wearhouses are clean. Every damn one of them. I don't know if they keep moving everything, costly, can be easily tracked... But only if we know where to catch them on the first rounds." That was one theory that she had been playing with as well.

"The only wearhouse that seemed even slightly suspicious was one that was empty but for some blank crates, but no one had seen anything for about... three months... No one going in, comming out, anything. So unless this was all one big shipment, which is as likely as comming back from the dead," Whichment she wasn't exactly scratching it. "They're moving it or we have the wrong place."

Reaching into her drawer she pulled out a small handgun. "This Browning 9 millimeter, is the most comon gun we've found actualy. Well common hand gun... However... One big clue... We've been finding a decent amound of one automatic riffle... And I'm getting a few suspicions... But." She made her way to a cabinet, pulling out a short, stout gun. "The French FAMAS... But they've been altered in a way I have never seen before... Usualy the FAMAS is very french specific, using french bullets only, but as you can see," She ejected the cartridge and tossed it to Patrick. "American bullets... compatable with amost any other gun you'd find here."

Would he be able to explain that one? Perhaps. But that had been one thing to baffle her since they found the guns. "All of them were like that. And we tested each and every one of them. No back fire, no problems. They work just as good after the modifications. We're looking at a pro here Smith. Not just some gun cartal... This is something different."

Patrick rolled his eyes and tossed the clip back to her. "Since 1994 the FAMAS G2 replaced the orginal FAMAS, the G2 uses a NATO STANAG magazine like all other members of NATO." Patrick said. " Not only that the bullets of the G2 are 5.56s NATOs which is capable of being fired in many assualt rifles in the world including american rifles. It is not prefered though seeing how those bullets do not preform well to meet most military standards when switched to other rifles." He said. "So either your team does not a damn thing about NATO military logistics, or the bad guys are shipping old out dated pieces of junk which small bullet proof vest can stop."

She gave a smile. "Well at least they put me here with someone who knows his shit." That at least was a comfort to her. Had she been in the SEAL's progrgam she would have at least known that, however, because of not only her past, but aslo because she was a woman... She had been denied.

"I was about ninteen when this stuff was changed, And I haven't actualy taken interest in fire arms more than basic assults since I was about sixteen. Had I done what I wanted to instead of this Police bull shit I would know that." It seemed as if she had a lot of catching up to do... There was one time she could rattle off any gun any country made and the specialties of them all... But that was back before her father was murdered. "Besides, sure this is a big city, but it keeps it's nose out of forgien affairs really. Keeps a slight interest in American, but even then it's strickty internal. No big international trade going on."

She gave a sigh and shook her head. "So there are new guns... and some how that doesn't surprise me. But that doesn't really matter. Still the same problem." I was thinking start off at the warehouse again, keep some survaliance on it. Cameras... But no need to use men. But other than that, I'm out of ideas really."

(I shot you down with the FAMAS!)

Patrick looked at Jaxon, he felt kinda bad for shooting her down. As a pro she should have known that Nato members made compatable for their equipment. This was beyond a rookie's mistake. He glanced back up at her. "Survaliance cameras are useless, they won't help. Trust me us Americans already tried it on the 'War on Terror' did not work sad to say." He said. "Like I said before Miss Synclair it has to be us on the field, looking for susspicious activety."

He got up moved to a drawer and pulled out a folder with some papers. "Two nights ago, I was investigating a abandon wherehouse when somebody attacked me." Patrick said. "The man escaped but he left behind a crate, he happened to be a illegal gun trafficer, and the crate was full of these." Patrick removed a picture the police had taken of some of the stolen weapons. The picture was of Urban Shotgun Snipers with 22 inch barrels. "I would haft to say he was a real pro, he yanked my gun out of my hand without me seeing him. Then after I got it back he managed to get ontop the rafters and attack me from there."

((Gha! another shortie >.< Do you know how hard it is for me to work with these things? And besides I don't know much about guns. I know how to shoot them and I'm damn good at that. Though I prefer a crossbow or regular bow...))

"That's Captian to you kiddo." She said with a grin. She could feel his emotions, hear his heart beat... It was rather distracting... He smelt good too... But why she didn't know... Her stomach rolled slightly. "I've never claimed to be a pro on forgien guns. Used to be, but that was long ago..." Back when her father was still around. "But I'm in need of a refresher it seems." She said with a smile.

"Anyway, here cameras work just fine." She said. "I don't keep tracks in the states anymore to be himest, not since I've mooved here." Her family was dead, why bother? "But they're trying to keep tabs on everything that moves damn near as I've heard it. We've just got one little building to keep an eye on, and having two men down there at a time twenty-four seven is just to suspicious." She pointed out.

"But I've already got the plans laid out. Or at least one of the other guy did it and I got a chance to glance it over as I walked in." She shrugged as she Shifted her seat on the desk. "But the gist of it is we have one watching every side of the building. The three streets that run along side it, and then two on the alley in the back, one each way. If someone even goes near it we'll know...." She trailed off as his heart beat once more caught her attetntion. He was speaking, but his words were dround out by his pulse... The essance of life...

Why was this happening? She clenched her fists slightly to keep the tremmors from showing. Snap out of it girl... Fight it, fight it! She yelled at herself. She slid off her desk and walked to the window, looking at her faded reflection. "Why..." She whispered, just above an audible human level. It was just like training back in the day... Her stomach was clenching and unclenching, rolling with the smell of blood so close... She had to fight it... She had to resist the urge. She could not beat this curse... She knew that, but she could fight it...

If she had been human still the feeling would have made her throw up, would have made her wretch and heave. But there was nothing in her stomach to do so. The dead blood, she had been finding out, could not feed her hunger as live blood could... And live blood was so close... Her breathing was short and quick as she tried to fight the urges in her.

Patrick looked at her with concern. She was acting weird. "Hey are you Ok?"he asked. He stood as she moved over to the window. He thought for a moment. Her breathing was short and quick. She did look kind of pale... "Are you running a fever miss Synclair. Why don't you sit down and let me get you something." He pushed his chair over to you. "I have some medicine, do you want some?" he asked. What was wrong with her? She seemed fine a few seconds ago, was she overworked, sick, or what?! He moved up to her trying to get a look at her eyes. Usually if one was sick there eyes seemed glazed. He also motioned quickly he moved his hand upwards and placed it on her forehead trying to see if she was warm.

She couldn't hear his words, she could only hear his breath, his heart.

However she jumped, as if she had been struck, when Patrick touched her. He woudl have felt her skin cold and dry, the usual vampiric skin. Her eyes searched him over, bright, paniced as she looked at him.

She shook her head as his words sank in. No she was not okay... But nothing could help her. Not now.

"Don't touch me..." She whispered. "Please, just... Give me some room." Jax was backing up slowly, moving away from him. "I'm... I just... I'll be okay..." If that wasn't the biggest lie she ever told...

"I'm sorry... Um, what were you saying? I just haven't been really... Feeling myself lately..." She gave a weak smile, talking to dround out the sound of his pulse. "Ask around... I'm usualy here. Maybe I'm just working too much... I... I don't know..." She shook her head. "But please, what were you saying?"

What the Hell? He looked at her confused. Something was wrong with her. She needed some help. She was acting strange as well. "I was just saying that you looked sick, and you feel that way as well." He said. He looked at the phone, he was gonna call for some help. She was really sick, and she needed help. Yet he did not go for the phone, he felt... He could not put his finger on it. It was like she was almost hostile. He walked over and picked up his phone. He punched in a com. "Yes Rob can you get me the doc, miss Synclair is need of some slight medical attention." He said. He turned to look at her. She did look awful, he was worried for her personal health.

She shook her head. "No before that... Just before I got a little dizzy you were saying something."

She stood up from the bookcase she had been leanign on. "No! I'm okay. Really I am." No, there was the biggest lie she told. She yanked the phone from his hand, even stronger than before with the vampire blood. "Hey Rob, Cancle that, the new guy just doesn't know how I work around here." She said forcing a laugh.

The man on the other end responded in much the same way and hung up.

Jaxon turned to the young man with a glare. "I don't care if you point out my mistakes and inaccuracies." She said stolidly as she stood infront of him, but far enough back where she woudl not have to look up at him. "That's actualy nice to see what I need to brush up on." She admitted. "But don't you dare try to take my life from me. Do you understand Officer? This job is my life and I will not have anyone taking it from me willingly. I've worked damn hard to get here and I am quite happy with myself for that." She usualy didn't flaunt her rank, but this time she was calling the shots. Not some hot shot rookie.

"I was just worried about your health, Captain." He said sitting down in his chair. He was rather angered by Jax's actions. There was something clearly wrong with her, and it did not take a doctor to see that. He did not look at her, rather kept his gaze fixed onto his paper. Ok then it was none of his business and it would stay that way.

He listened to her lecture on obeying her command. He sighed and avoided her gaze. He was going to hate this, they were not going to get along or agree on things. Then he thought about driving, he hated when somebody else drived. he hoped her attitude was not a bad as her driving. Patrick looked up at Jaxon when she finished. "So then Captain, whats are first move."

Her body visibly slacked as she sat down, as if all of her energy were gone. The agression that had been in her just moments before. He was confused, worried? Then what the hell was she? He wasn't the one who had been killed by some undead creature, and brought back to life by someone kid who looked twelve but had been around for over a century. You wanted to talk confused?

"I... I'm sorry..." She appologized, her voice tired, aching with hunger. "You're right though... I'm just not feeling to well... Feel like I haven't eaten in days..." She shook her head, trying to clear the haze from her eyes.

"What were you saying about the warehouse though Smith? You were saying you went there?" She asked. "What happened?"

Patrick paused for a moment. When she said she had eaten for days he felt like saying something, but after what just happened he held his tongue. When she asked what had happened at the wherehouse he almost hestitated. In his report he didn't even tell the whole story. Little did Patrick know that he had actualy been deeling with a vampire.

"It was about 4 AM, and I was on a patrol of the old Industrial sector. I noticed a small light coming from a abandon wherehouse. So I got out my car and entered the wherehouse. There was fire, it had been lit by gasoline recently. THe big clue was that in the fire was a a person." He said. "We have now uncovered that the man in the fire was a suspected arms trafficer. I was then attacked so to say. Somebody yank my gun out of my hand. I lit a flare and by the time I could see again the man had exited the wherehouse. I gave chase on foot, he was rather athletic. He managed to out run me. I gave up looking for him at about 5 AM and called for back up. I returned to the wherehouse and found a crate full of weapons." Patrick said pointing to the picture. Thats been the deal since.

Jax watched him as he spoke, forcing herself to pay attention to his words rather than the beating of his heart. She had to narrow her eyes in disbeliefe as Smith said the guy was able to outrun him. Not only did Demitare have fairly strict PT standards... But he had been in the millitary as well hadn't he?

"He out ran you?" She echoed. Her voice this time was not accusitory, rather inquisitive. She doubted that was a feat many could do.

Her eyes opened wide for a moment, but went back to their contimplative manner after a moment. A vampire would have no problem... And they would be able to do things to hide themselves... But why would a Vampire flee? A distraction perhaps.

"Was there anyone else in the warehouse besides the deal her and the v-other? Did you sence anyone else in there? And are you sure that he left?" The vampire would more likely try to stay and watch, memorize him and judge if he was a threat or not... Obviously the vampire did not deem him a threat, otherwise he would be dead right now. Or worse.

Patrick frowned. No he did not out run me. I ran out as soon as the door smashed itself into the ground, after it detached itself from it's hinges. He could not explain what had happened in the wherehouse. It seemed as if the laws of physics were broken that night. "No one else was there. I can see why they left, It was starting to turn daylight. I would have been able to see them better if the sun was up and they did not have the cover of darkness." Patrick stated.

Her eyes winded and he caught glance at her. She knew something... Something about the fact that the man had outran him. Or was it just an idea? He shook his head. "I'm sure nobody else was in the wherehouse." Patrick Said.

Jax nodded as he spoke again. But it was what he didn't say that actualy intrested her most... She did not hear his thoughs no, but got images... seeing a door pratcialy blown off it's hinges... a rather sturdy door at that.

The sunlight thing was irrelevent. All it really did was strengthen her convictions of it being a vampire. She would talk with her sire about that... Perhaps even he could help...

"So he escaped without a proper look then? Damn... Perhaps we'll run into him again then... He sounds a key in this... But..." What would a vampire be doing in a gun cartel? They had other ways of gaining funds as she had leanred from Henri... Aquiering wealth over the centuries... Unless for personal enjoyment... Again she woudl have to talk to Henri...

"Is there anything else perhaps Smith? Anything you can remember unusual abotu the warehouse or the man who was on fire or the guns?"

He needed a break from his new partner. She was getting on his nerves. "I saw nothing else." He said. "I also doubt if he was important, all the major arms trafficers, The Citizen, The Freedom Fighters, The Knight of the Cup, and the Republican Army of Texas all have gaurds for their investments and would not make any mistakes. No he was just some low level pawn in the big picture." Patrick said. "Look, my shift is almost up and I don't haft to be in until 8 P.M tonight." He gave her a bored look. "Why don't we meet somewhere by the wherehouses when your shift begins?" He said. It was 4 A.M and he wanted to go home and get some sleep. She looked like she could use some sleep as well.

"But if the guy was good enough to get away from you, perhaps they knew he needed no guard." She suggested simply.

"But that sounds fine and dandy to me kid. Seven-thirty, I'll meet you at the warehouse. I think I'll get a bite on the way home though... " She said as her stomach once more flipped, clenching and unclenching.

She glanced at her watch. It was just after four now... She didn't have much time... The nifty little wall crawl trick she knew was cool now, as well as the speed thing, she would be able to move swiftly home... Or to the place she called home now...

"So see you tomorrow night then... Night kid, watch where you're going, keep an eye out." She warned. She now knew of the dangers in the night... They lurked everywhere.

Patrick watched her leave, when she was out of sight he sighed and picked up his phone. He dialed a phone number and sat back in his chair as the phone rang. Finally somebody picked up on the other end. "Clayton, hey its me." He said talking to a friend of his in the CIA, a frien he had made while in the military. "I have a favor to ask you. I have this new partner named Jaxon Synclair, I need you to get any information you can on her." Patrick nodded to Clayton's response. "Yes I understand. Just fax it to my house." He stopped to let Clayton speak to him. "You see its this city, Doors flying off hinges by themselves. People jumping hundreds of feet into the air. A woman at a bar overpowers me after she dodges my taser gun at point black range and snaps my handcuffs apart. There is something greater at work in this town than illegal weapons." He said. Clayton said something to him. "Yes I understand, and thank you." He hung up the phone. Time to go home.