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"Biggs, you may want to pop the old shotgun into one of the laundry bags," Archer suggested while wheeling along his overburdened suitcase, "And any of you locals know why the city's gotten so quiet? I thought it had a tad more night life than this." "Well, I don't want to hog the evening to...

Archer looked up nervously at the white member of the trio, and loosened his collar with the hand not holding the small revolver behind his back. Archer slipped the holdout into his pocket. "They're letting us go? Time to go. Diego, care to give me a hand?" Archer darted off to the side to...

Archer kicks the bags off to the side to prevent them getting caught in and possibly damaged during an altercation. "Let's not make the fact we're carrying weapons too obvious. We've got nothing beyond what's in the weapons so it's crucial we don't waste the cartridges on making a scene here...

Sorry I've been slow to post, the past few days were rather hectic. Archer nodded understandingly, "Fair enough. You know more than I on the topic so I'll leave the decision to you as to whether it's worth bringing along." "I wouldn't worry about that, Frank was definitely alive. I bore...

Archer scowled as he hurriedly scooped what suitcase contents remained back in. For a minute he pondered how he would ask Nice for the floppies back so he could finish writing his report. While in the shower he realised it probably didn't matter now, and the possession of those disks probably...

"Very well, if any of you want to clean up be quick about it. We want to look pretty for the folks with pulses, not like we've been kept in cages for the past few days. Celeste's room is there and Frank's room is there, if they were in a hurry they might have left some clothing behind, Archer...

"Don't worry, she's definitely not there. If she was, LB would have killed her by now," Archer coughed into a tissue he found in the car somewhere, "She's gone to ground somewhere or just plain fled. Either way, the apartment might provide the first step to finding her but it's not the only...

"You'd be surprised at what you have up your sleeve when you look. It's often a matter of practical applications for the things you are interested in. We're not all combat junkies by far, and all of us are more or less new to this whole vampirism deal, so don't feel as though you're a dead...

"Options unseen, eh? Makes me glad time and diligence are things I have at my disposal. Many thanks, Raghunandan," it all came back to what he knew, and learning more. "Biggs, mate? In regards to sires all LB wants is for us to locate them, he and his will do the rest themselves. I mean, don't...

"...Thankyou." And now he knew. Archer was capable of looking upon his own situation objectively, as much as it may have pained him to do so. Coming into personal contact with Celeste would be foolish in the extreme, but he was sure there was more at play than he was aware of and he wanted to...

Archer was dumbfounded by the accuracy of LB's statement. He nodded dumbly, in vague comprehension. So others had experienced what he was going through? 'Bonding', was it? LB had apparently been in the same situation, so doubtlessly he would have some idea of what to expect from Archer. At...

Archer listened attentively. The situation was perhaps somewhat worse than he expected, but LB was giving it to them straight and Archer respected him for that. Also, he appreciated being given a chance. LB seemed to be going above and beyond the call of duty by giving them an opportunity to...

"Sir," Archer nodded respectfully to the elder vampire, returning the greeting. Once Archer realized what he was doing he quickly retreated from the door, and seemed to shrink in shame for his actions. Just as well he had been specific about leaving the cell door locked. He was hungry, and the...

Archer frowned at the back of his cell. What Beth was describing sounded unnervingly like how he felt about his own sire. Was it...? The sensation didn't make much sense, but it was there. "Don't worry, I think I know what you mean," he said understandingly, "There's plenty of time yet."

"And Koehl, you asked about children?" Nurthk tugs at his goatee, "I have a son and a daughter, but it's been a while since I've seen them what with all the travel of late. They should be safe despite the chaos going on at home, but it's a long story for another time."

Archer looked back and forth between Biggs and the vault door, then shook his head. He shuffled back into one of his cell's far corners and became lost in thought for a short time. Afterwards Archer spoke up from the back of his cell, "Beth, I may not have Braddock's talents with foraging...

Biggs was a soldier? Archer respected that. Military training could be a useful thing. Archer nodded understandingly during Braddock's story of his past. He didn't appear at all bothered by mention of Braddock's work with Germans. He shrugged, and continued in his unusual accent, "If I cared...

"No luck?" Archer asked Cole, his voice still raspy. He took a minute to clear his throat, "Always start the evening with my neck stiff and my voice raspy." Trying to use the light bulb's dim radiance and the reflection off his wristwatch Archer checked the bandages on his neck. He gave a few...

Archer remained silent for a time while the others talked. He was getting hungry, and his beast was irritable in these surroundings. He needed the time to gather some calm, but listened in interest to what the others had to say. "I think Beth has the right idea. If they know we can open the...

"I saw her. She's Blackcoat, one of LB's people, works with Nice. I heard spitting, what was that about?" Archer's voice had some rasp to it as it was projected from one of the back corners of his cell. He appeared disheveled to those positioned as to be able to see him.