After paying for dinner and sliding Jeremy wad of cash, they got back on the road. The police scanners were busy with calls all night, per usual, for Seattle. They helped the human police when they could, with thefts, fights, and even gang issues, but their ear was more to the ground for otherworldly problems.
At three in the morning, the call they’d been waiting on finally came. Their Intel contacts ran across a vampire’s birdhouse. It always was an adrenaline rush to get the call and go play hero. But, it also was disheartening that there was still another group of terrorized women or kids who were being held captive, even after the many they had already saved.
Sometimes, depending on the case, it took a toll on his emotions, and it seemed like their task was endless. But
