Koln lets out a cheerful laugh as the soccerball rolls off of his foot into the hands of the ten year old goal tender. Just as the ball is about to be served, his watch chimes, and he looks down at it, realizing that it is time to prepare. He thanks his small companions for letting him join their game, and after patting their heads and swatting random high-5s he turns for the rectory. His duty is certain, despite whether or not it has the Holy See's approval, he is to protect innocents such as these at all costs. The thought of one of them becoming an "undersirable" (vampire, witch, heretic, etc) makes him shudder with rage and disgust.
As Koln walks, he notices the trees losing their leaves, his feet making the expected "rustling" sound as he walks back. Indeed it was a time of death... or rather, of reaping the undesirables from the pure. Upon arriving home he looks one last time at the Latin-scribbled note he received yesterday, along with the photo of his latest prey.
"Damn... a vampire..." Koln mutters to himself, recently coming off of executing an entire coven of mortal witches related to the infamous Katherine Harrison of CT in the 17th century, This latest case is different... he opens his locker and looks inside... immediately snatching his cross and holy water he blessed himself without thinking. He scratches his chin, pondering what else he should grab... the Spas-12? FAMAS? the mp5-k? He needs to keep it quiet and powerful, he will be in public.. and his target is surrounded by others... His original plan of taking him out via a sniper rifle simply won't work, the vamps will smell the gun powder and be on him in a sec after firing. He just has to get up close and personal... stalk him, but keep hidden, and wait until his target is alone. He grabs a S&W PC 356 (handgun, praying outloud as he loads each round into the magazine, loading and pocketing it in his coat.
He remembers that his target will be going to some club, ironically called the "24th Diocese." Indeed, it is ironic that this fiend thinks he can hide from the eyes of the Lord in such a place. With a few adjustments to his outfit, he easily passes as someone costumed as a Puritan preacher. Granted, he is not masked, but he figures that the type frequenting this club are probably not from the church-going population, so no need to conceal his face. After praying, he stands and leaves the rectory for the club.