The “men in black” frowned. The grave-looking vamps from the security team weren’t actually wearing black—or suits for that matter. They weren’t even both men. Like the rest of the vamps, they had their own styles meant to make them blend seamlessly into the general population. But they had the “men in black” demeanor down pat. “It’s not optional,” the shorter one, Cristine, said.
Neil rubbed the top of his head where they’d indicated they would essentially scalp him—well, peel back a two-inch-wide patch so they could insert some kind of tracking and bio monitor—and appealed to Albert. “Does everyone have this? Even you?”
Albert nodded. “Even me.”
“But…” The whole thing had a very “big brother” vibe to it. “Don’t you trust me?”
“It’s not so much a trust issue, as it is a matter of safe
