The sound of glass shattering was lost among the lapping of waves around the barnacle encrusted dock piers. Not a soul stirred during the midnight hour at the Harbor Master?s office. A hand clad in black leather slipped through the broken pane of glass set in the weathered wooden door. The lock and deadbolt were undone and the door opened then closed. Booted feet made no sound as the man, clad in a full, black trench coat walked through the small, two room building. The man moved for the filing cabinets in the back of the second room and stopped in front of a filing cabinet marked ?Ship Registry?. Gloved hand pulled open the drawer marked F-M and the rustle of manila folders whispered in the quiet office; a small beam of light cast on them from a pen light tucked in the man?s mouth. The manila envelope marked ?Glasgow Harlequin? was removed and taken to a table.
The file was flipped open and from one of the trench coats deep pockets a small digital camera was withdrawn. Flickers of the camera flash illuminated the room as pages were photographed, flipped and read. Soon the camera went back into the trench coat pocket. The file was returned to the cabinet and as the man walked for the front door, he paused, grabbed a broom and dustpan and swept up the glass. He dumped the glass shards in the trash, put the broom and dustpan back then left the office. Door was closed and reaching back in, relocked the door covering his evident break in by maybe a factor of 10 minutes at first glance.
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Walking through his study door, Ivy took off his trench coat, hung it up and slid the black leather gloves off of his hands. From the coat he retrieved the camera and synced it to his computer terminal and downloaded the files. As soon as the files finished they flashed up on one of his large flat screens as he went to the kitchen, retrieved a bottle of chilled O+ and poured a wine glass full of the deep red blood stabilized with anti-coagulants. Bottle in one hand, glass in the other he sipped as he read the files.
As he read, he smiled, fang tips showing on his lower lip. He knew as soon as he read the paper detailing the report from the Captain of the Glasgow Harlequin that Reginald Haliford was involved. The ship registry confirmed the weapons dealer as the owner. The business address listed was one of many fronts Ivy knew. A place that physically existed but now no longer stood given the rash of bombings in the Market Place district during the year.
?Villa, cross reference known registry address with my black list.? Ivy spoke.
Something whirred quietly in the room. ?Villa online, good evening Sir Yoven. A cross reference is running and has found one plausible match. Baristen Manor at the edge of the cities Market District and West End with one owner, Reginald Delroy Baristen. Your list indicates he was the only one granted permission to use the fake address provided. Would you like blue prints, Sir Yoven?? asked a female voice with a crisp Russian accent.
Ivy took another long swallow of blood before responding. ?You have access to them Villa??
?Of course, Sir Yoven, you did install the latest cracking software and spider coding into my mainframe. Granted, most resources on Rhydin?s internet web are hardly secure. Childs play picking apart the security codes. Shall I access them Sir?? Villa asked.
?Yes, Villa, pull up the blue prints but check them according to date stamps. A blue print is only as good as the day it is made.? Ivy said.
He paced around his study, refilling his wine glass and setting the bottle down. He let his free hand drift along the spines of the many books housed in his study. As Villa worked away his mind turned to strategy. How best to handle Haliford, or the now known Baristen? Waltzing in to his compound was suicide; Haliford wasn?t as lazy as Menisty was in running his affairs. Arson was out of the question. Ivy had to be sure Haliford. Nerve gas perhaps? He did have several two dispersal canisters but not enough to take on a large compound. He may have to enlist the help of someone.
?Blue prints acquired Sir. I?ve taken the liberty of pulling all versions of the blue prints and overlaying them. They are accurate to about 5 months ago. ? Villa spoke with her invisible voice.
Ivy looked at the blue print overlays on the second flat screen. The Baristen Compound was huge. Several office buildings, two warehouses, utility bunkers and the manor itself sat on the compound property. Ivy tapped his booted foot in long thought. This was going to be a lot harder than he thought. He couldn?t make that much nerve gas, not in short enough time as he knew word was getting around that someone was killing Rolo?s dealers.
?Villa, satellite photos if you can find any of the Baristen Compound.? Ivy asked.
In seconds three satellite photos were brought up and magnified. Ivy studied them more, the data reflecting on his ruby lenses. Light ebony fingers reached up to tap the screen in several places, blowing up the image and clarifying it. He tapped on another photo and looked at several more details.
?He has a lot of security installations, bunkers and patrols.? Ivy closed the images and looked at the blue prints.
There were several service corridors running under the Manor itself connecting to the public sewers. He was betting those access points were guarded as well. He finished his bloody drink and sat the glass down by the empty bottle.
?Villa, calculate my odds of breaking into Baristen Manor with my current skills and armament at my possession.?
?Current probabilities are 70% chance of capture, 10% chance of death and 20% chance of achieving your goals. A slight increase to your positive odds if you were to employ you vampiric talents at full effect.? Villa said.
?Wonderful. Nothing is worth doing if a bit of blood isn?t leaked. Thank you for your assistance Villa.? Ivy said and he left his study heading for the armory.
?You are very welcome Sir Yoven.? Villa said and powered down.
Entering his armory, Ivy looked over his vast array of weaponry and armor. Fire arms were indeed to be expected as well as a few explosives perhaps. From the armor lockers he slid a new suit of chainmail on over his grey silk, long sleeve shirt and black dress pants. The metal woven as coated in black oxide hiding the titanium and mythril weave. That would stop most blades and some small fire arm rounds as well as arrows and crossbow bolts. Next he strapped a weapons harness. Ivy moved to his arms lockers and started to gear up. As usual, his well loved Gladius was strapped about his waist with a black leather belt cradling 10 throwing knives. He hung a UMP on each of his side harness clips. He added two Micro Uzi?s to the waist clips on the back and finally holstered two .45 automatic pistols, one on each hip. Ivy selected 4 fragmentation grenades, 4 smoke bombs, and 4 flash bangs all hung on the chest clips. To finish his selection he chose two cases with a gas dispersal canister in each of the black plastic boxes. Mostly a mix of knock out gas and hallucinogenic chemicals the gas would help thin out the numbers. An array of ammo clips finished off the last of the empty slots on his weapon harness.
Now to cover his arsenal, Ivy looked at his various coats. His usual hall mark naval coat would not do, nor the black leather duster he had worn earlier. Instead he chose a dark olive green overcoat often favored by winter troops in Russia. It seemed padded for the cold but that was the secret. The stuffing and insulation stripped. Instead, the interior compartments were lined with layers of Kevlar and thin sheets of titanium. It was heavy to most humans, but to Ivy as he shrugged it on, weighed about 5 pounds. He slipped on a black gas mask and drew the coats hood up. He headed for the entry of his underground lair and left it; a black case in either hand.
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It was early morning when Ivy reached the sewer access in the West End district of Rhydin. The sun was just starting to peek in on the city streets. Few people paid attention to somebody in a coat and hood carrying two black plastic cases. It was Rhydin city and the few early morning citizens wouldn?t think it strange, even ones wearing gas masks; thinking perhaps it was breathing gear for some odd race. Reaching the sewer access, a glorified manhole cover, Ivy propped it open, dropped the cases down below, then clung to the embedded rungs of the ladder and descended pulling the cover over him.
Once he was inside the sewers he took off down one end, cases in hand, following the route he saw on the blueprints. After a good 20 minutes of slogging through Rhydin?s waste, slowed at a fork in the tunnels. To the left, he would end up heading for the docks, to the right Baristen Compound. This is the break point in his mission. Up ahead were likely guards or security systems. Mess up now, the whole compound will be alert. Setting the cases down, he pressed up against the side of the tunnel, moves slowly to the edge of the right fork and looked down it. It was a straight corridor, about 1 mile long. He could see some kind of gate blocking the tunnel. He went back to the cases and picked them up then returned to the right corridor. Ivy walked down it and halfway to the block, he let them go to fall with a splash and pulled out a flash bang and held it ready, the other hand drawing his sword.
As Ivy drew closer, it was indeed a blockade. Wrought iron grilling was set in place with a heavy bar door set in it. Just behind were two guards, wearing black uniforms, and to Ivy?s eyes, night vision goggles. His steps so far had been quiet and they were not looking his way. He found it odd that a compound with high tech security on the surface left a sewer access to low tech security. He was 50 feet from the grill when his boot sank a bit as it landed. Something had been depressed and Ivy froze. A roaring sound soon flooded the tunnel as two explosions ripped apart the entry at the fork collapsing debris and sealing off his escape route. The guards before him didn?t budge an inch as the dust and smoke cleared.
Ivy felt a small prickle at the back of his neck and took several steps forward. Closer now, he could see they hung from strings in the ceiling. Reaching the gate he found it unlocked. Pushing it open he stepped through and inspected the guards more. Mock ups, dummies and prop weapons, he was definitely walking into a trap he?d already sprung. He sheathed his sword and put the flash bang away for the moment then retrieved his plastic cases. Well then, if this was a trap and they knew he was coming stealth was pointless now.
Let the show begin comrades.
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The journey through the rest of the sewer tunnel was uneventful. He noticed many access points had been sealed long ago leading him to only one that worked. He was standing under it now and if his calculation and memory of the blueprints were correct, it put him right below the main security office of the compound. Ivy laughed at this revelation and dropped one case. The other case he opened and withdrew a large stainless steel canister with a magnetic exhaust valve attached to it. He went up the rungs of service ladder and inspected the cover; it had vent holes drilled in it. He stuck the canister to the underside of the cover and depressed the activation trigger. A subtle hissing started as something smoky flowed out of the canister and through the vent holes in the cover.
Ivy hopped down, checked a built in watch on his coat and set a timer. He opened the other case now and readjusted its canisters dispersal setting and mixture. He removed the canister, held onto it and sat on the closed case. His hazel eyes watched the chronometer on his watch tick away. As it hit the 10 minute mark he stood and ascended the ladder. He tried the cover and noticed it was welded shut. Balancing on the rungs, canisters in one hand, he punched the cover and it buckled. Another blow and it flew up and away from the whole to clatter with the attached and empty canister on the concrete floor.
Ivy climbed out of the hole and looked about. The room was slightly hazy from the gas as he looked through the gas mask. He withdrew a .45 and walked for a set of stairs leading up and ascended them. Reaching the door, paused, opened his coat and attached the gas canister to a large carabineer on his belt. He checked the door. Finding it unlocked, he opened it, withdrew the other .45 and walked out into a hallway that lead straight ahead. The haze was here as well and he walked quietly following the hall. Soon it turned left and opened into a break room.
Several security people were sprawled on the floor, table and couches, unconscious. He noticed security cameras in the room and looked at his watch. He gave himself 5 minutes tops before someone realized he was this far. He walked by the unconscious men and women. They?d wake with a nasty head ache in a few hours. Ivy found the door to the office?s lobby and stepped inside. The front of the security building was all glass and he was just starting to see a group of security officers running for the building. Well then, he underestimated Haliford?s efficiency. He ducked behind the main call desk and got really close with an unconscious call operator. He shoved the chair and limp body out of the way. Pulling out one flash bang he waited.
The sound of the front was heard clicking open and being blocked to stay open. They were venting the building, a smart move. Ivy pulled the pin and tossed the flash bang over the desk. The cry of ?Grenade!? hit the air followed by a loud piercing bang and a flash of bright light. Ivy popped up and with both .45?s dropped all four officers with a shot to the head on each one. He saw a swarm of guards and a jeep coming around one building; a .50 caliber machine gun mounted and manned on it. Okay, flash bang was not a good idea.
Quickly he ducked just as the jeep and lead guards opened up with gun fire. Glass shattered and wood splintered all around him as the volley hit. Taking two smoke grenades he pulled the pins and popped up when the gunfire ceased and threw them. Several of the guards scattered thinking them explosive as Ivy ducked. Foul black and gray smoke soon erupted in front of the building and street blinding many, gagging others on the sulfur smell and blocking the aim of others. Ivy holstered the .45?s and drew one UMP and cocked the automatic assault rifle.
Standing he ran into the thick of the smoke trusting his vampire senses to guide him through the maze of dazed, confused and choking bodies. He raised the UMP as he sensed the jeep and opened fire upon it and the men stationing it. Screams of pain greeted his ears as his senses told him the occupants of the jeep were fading fast. He soon broke free of the smoke screen and found himself on an open avenue that wouldn?t stay that way for long. He sprinted for the nearby warehouse he could see. Shouts were coming from all over the compound as the whole facility realized that trapping a living vamp was going to cost them a pretty penny. The door to the warehouse opened to show a surprised guard staring at a fast approaching man wearing a snow coat and a gas mask. Ivy didn?t slow his pace and slammed a fist into the man?s face as he reached him in four seconds flat. The guard?s body flew back into the ware house, the guard dead from the lethal concussion.
Running inside, Ivy closed the door quickly and surveyed the area. As typical, the warehouse had floor to ceiling aisles filled with crates, about three propane fueled forklifts and running along the catwalk three guards converging on his position firing pistols. Ivy rolled from the line of fire and darted for the forklifts. Stopping by the rear of one of the yellow machines he crouched. Gun fire ricocheted around him. He reached up and yanked one propane tank free of the forklift with a horrid screech of torn metal. He waited as they fired more then rolled into the open and flung the tank up at them. He lit it up with the UMP. It didn?t explode as nothing was hot enough to ignite the propane but the sudden explosive release of compressed gas rocketed the canister like a missile to smash into one guard sending him to his death below. Ivy fired two short bursts dropping the other guards.
He was up and moving again to the other two forklifts. Mounting one, he started it up and shot forward with it and aimed for the main row of support pillars on the first column of shelves. He jammed the accelerator down and wrenched it into place then leapt off as it ran for a kamikaze meeting with the shelves. A horrid sound of metal colliding, crates breaking then the sickening sound of screaming metal as it buckled flooding the warehouse with debris as aisles of shelves toppled and fell. Fire arms, various packages and relief supplies spilled out of the crates. A fire started as the forklift, finally wedged under a half collapsed aisle overheated and blew the propane tank on it. The fire lapped up the broken crates like kindling and the various packages burning put up toxic chemical clouds of various illegal drugs and mundane items for everyday use.
Ivy ran to the back of the warehouse and exited it. The backside of the compound was quiet for the moment as fire alarms went off now. Well if he ever wanted an award for causing panic and chaos, today would?ve gotten him one. He ran down the alley to his right angling for the Manor. He paused at the edge of an office building and noticed a nice flow of guards in and out of the Manor at break neck speed. Ivy continued to move down the alley past the opening unseen. Finding the rear exit he kicked it off of its hinges, the metal door crumpled against the interior wall with a shriek. He moved inside and down a small service hall until he wound up in an industrial sized kitchen just as several guards arrived. They opened fire on him and he darted to his left and ran for the counters, several rounds pegging him good. The mail and coat working for now, only leaving bruises to form on him later.
Behind the counters, he crouched, working his way to the end and returned fire. Two guards went down as several more fired back. Ivy ducked and heard something heavy crash to the linoleum floor. He peered around the corner and fired at the last guard he saw diving for the cover of a large standing freezer they had pulled down. The guard screamed as he was hit by the rounds. Several more volleys tore into the kitchen counters, driving Ivy back a bit as he reloaded the UMP. Taking a frag grenade he pulled the pin, cooked it for 5 seconds and tossed it over hand. It hit the freezer, bounced up and fell behind it exploding. More screams then silence. He unclipped the second UMP and took a calm breath. It hissed out of the bio-filters on his gas mask.
Ivy darted from behind the shot up counter and hurtled the freezer and went out of the kitchen. He was running down a long hall with stair way openings ahead on both sides and an open archway filled with crouching guards. They opened fire on Ivy and he felt the volleys slamming into his body as the rounds tried penetrating his armor. He duck, raising an arm to protect his head and open fired with one UMP until it emptied. The archway was littered with bodies and screams. Ivy dropped the spent UMP deciding reloading it would cost precious seconds. He kept running though his speed had slowed, his body had taken a pounding, the coat quite tattered and many areas ready to buckle.
He went up the left stair case and ended up on a raised balcony of sorts overlooking the main foyer. It was filling with security as staff was being evacuated with the rest of the non armed personnel he could see out the windows. Ivy unhooked the gas canister, set it off and white toxic fumes spewed from it. This mixture was adjusted to be lethal and he heaved it over the banister to land below. The large room was rapidly filling with the gas, dropping people left and right. Ivy grinned seeing his handiwork at play and turned to head down the main hall when a loud crack was heard and he felt pain lance his left shoulder and a heavy force spun him around to drop him to his hands and knees facing the hallway. He looked up and saw a man wearing a gas mask, full ballistic body armor and bracing a .50 cal Desert Eagle in his hands.
?So the vaunted assassin has landed squarely in my trap.? The man?s voice was distorted through the mask. ?Never send the lower dregs of your staff to handle a military bravado.? He started to walk for Ivy, gun trained on him.
?That is where you?re wrong. I?m not military, I?m a chemist.? Ivy spoke; his voice distorted.
Ivy tested his left shoulder, felt warmth spreading down his chest. He should have expected higher fire power on some of the personnel. Ivy threw himself to the left and the blast of the .50 cal pistol chewed a hole in the wood floor. Ivy?s roll put him onto the stairs where he rolled all the way to down to the floor with a pained grunt. Just why was he doing this? Oh right, vengeance. He pulled out his Mini Uzis as he stood painfully and stepped back into the hall with dead bodies. He jumped over them and a chunk of marble column exploded from a round missing his head. His only saving grace was the toxic cloud he was in.
Ivy spun and unloaded both of the Mini Uzis, training his fire on the balcony causing a spray of splinters and spent casings to fly. A distorted laugh and another loud crack of gunfire and he felt his right leg sting and flare in pain. He clipped his spent guns and limped behind a marble column. He pulled out two frag grenades.
Footsteps crunched on the balcony as the armored man walked to a stair case. ?Such brazen attacks against my compound as well as the use of toxic gases upon my staff; add to them the reports in all the papers and I believe only one man could hold such hatred for the successful cartel of Baron Velsp.? The distorted voice drifted through the smoke. The man was soon in the open arch way. ?Is that you in that ridiculous get up, Ivan? Have you grown a temper at not being in the limelight anymore??
Ivy grinned under his mask. Only Haliford could be that quick in putting pieces together. ?I could be just one very determined tax collector. Are your accounts in order Baristen, or should I call you Haliford??
Ivy darted from the column popped his pins and threw the grenades at the arch and rolled behind another marble column. Haliford leapt into a stairwell and that saved his life barely as the frags went off peppering the hallway with shrapnel. He lost his gone in the escape and laughed.
?Ah it is you Ivy. So sorry you are throwing a temper tantrum, but what do you expect when you go soft in Velsp?s cartel? That he?d pat you on the back and tell you everything is alright? That you could go back to being a quaint chemist and live a legitimate life? Hardly, you know there is no room for a vampire in the regular world. We cling to the darkness and all of its trappings.? Haliford said from the stairwell.
Ivy was stunned for a moment hearing Haliford. We? ?Since when did you join the ranks of blood sucking??
Ivy unclipped his Mini Uzis and slipped in fresh clips. Haliford was stripping out of his armor though he was clad in leather and chain mail. He left the stairwell and entered the smoke filled room, gas mask rasping out his breathing.
?Ever since Velsp has heard the commotion that is being stirred up, he instructed Rolo to take certain steps to ensure business continues. I was made a vampire two days ago. Now then, you better surrender as the entire manor is surrounded by my guards and Rhydin authorities have been alerted to the violence.? Haliford suggested.
?How about you do me a favor and kiss my @ss befor taking a nice, sunlit walk.? Ivy said.
He burst around the column and emptied the set of Mini Uzis at Haliford. The man, lighter now without the armor blurred and dodged the barrage, ending up behind a marble column now. Ivy tossed the spent guns and drew his Gladius. Haliford heard the guns hit the floor and he laughed.
?Out of toys so soon, Ivy?? he said, stepping away from the column. He unsheathed a saw toothed katana.
?Who do you think I am? Batman?? Ivy darted forward, executing a fast thrust to be followed up by two cuts for the legs if he didn?t miss.
Haliford sidestepped and parried the thrust landing a slash on Ivy?s back tearing into the coat and snagging on the mail beneath before pulling free. Ivy spun around and weaved several slashes together as he advanced. Haliford once more parried each slash with a speed only and undead vampire could obtain. He pressed in on Ivy with a flurry of his own strikes, the coat Ivy had was in ribbons now as Ivy could only block a few strikes. Ivy backed up a few paces and held up a gloved hand. Haliford paused a moment in confusion, as Ivy removed the coat leaving him in black mail that was dented, warped and torn in several areas. He waved Haliford to come at him.
?Such arrogance!? Haliford snarled.
?Such stupidity for giving me the chance to take off the coat.? Ivy advanced, faster this time with less armor on.
Both vampires parried, slashed and drove each other back and forth, neither keeping the ground they often gained. As they dueled Ivy noticed something as that katana slashed at him time and time again. The saw tooth pattern was a weakness. Each time it met Ivy?s double edged sword, cracks appeared where each tooth began. He grinned and pressed his attacks on Haliford more, being quite aggressive and wild. He wanted Haliford to block more. Haliford was baffled at how Ivy was now throwing any semblance of sword play away for a suicidal frenzy. Until metal screeched and his katana snapped in half; Haliford stared in shock.
Ivy took that moment of shock and socked Haliford right in mask staggering the undead vamp with his head whipping back. Ivy lunged and drove the point of his sword right at Haliford chest, piercing the steel mail and sliding right into the heart of the undead vampire. Screams issued from the gas mask then smoke as Halifords body reacted to the silver nitrate acid coating Ivy?s blade. Ivy planted a boot into the undead vamps belly and shoved him off of the sword. Haliford went down in a crumpled heap as he burned from the inside out, turning to ash.
Ivy dropped to the floor in exhaustion and pain. The toxic gas was thinning out and anyone with a brain would be breaking out the gas masks and attempt an entry on the manor. Sheathing his sword he limped for the arch way, then up the stairs. Reaching the second floor he went down the hall to get deeper inside. He found Haliford?s office door and shoved his way inside, breaking the door off the hinges. The office was posh and garish just like Haliford had been to Ivy?s hazed recollection. The large windows faced the blue sky, the top of the compounds security wall and the Market Place district behind it.
Ivy started to laugh seeing the expected exit. He looked about the room quickly, searching for anything valuable for intel. Two laptops lay on the desk and he laughed more. Shutting them both closed, he pulled out their power cords forcing them into battery mode, clutched them to his chest and charged the window. He went through them with a crash of glass and gilt framing and landed on the security wall with a wobble as his injured leg threatened to collapse on him. Shouts were heard, alerting others to his whereabouts. He leapt off the wall onto the roof of a nearby pawn shop and took off into the day light, peeling off his gas mask and throwing into a dumpster below him.
The compound behind him was in complete distress as ammunition in the warehouse went off from the fire as well as live explosive being held there. Fire soon spread to the other compound buildings and remaining warehouse. The security walls would keep the fire from spreading but by the end of the day, the whole Baristen Manor compound was ruins and ash.