COUNT ALTERONI
The chamber beneath Old Bailey feels like a tomb tonight. Thirteen vampires gathered to vote on g******e, and most of them don't even care.
Lord Harborough calls the session to order. "We convene for final vote on Extermination Bill 47-B. Authorization to deploy hunters against organized resistance in the Rookeries district."
Final vote. We've debated this for weeks. Now it's time to decide.
Mordaunt stands first. Of course he does. He authored the bill, orchestrated support, eliminated opposition. This is his victory lap.
"The facts are simple," he begins. "Seventy-three packless wolves, organized without Parliamentary oversight, represent direct threat to established order. They must be eliminated."
"They're helping each other survive," I interrupt. Can't help myself
