Origin HQ – Hangar Bay, Two Hours Before Dawn
The roar of engines hummed in the background as final checks were made. The private jet gleamed under floodlights, black-plated with blood-glyph etchings visible only under ultraviolet light. It wasn't just fast—it was armed. Armored. Customized for missions that didn't need survivors.
Anita stood at the foot of the ramp, crimson coat billowing from the breeze that rolled across the open hangar. Her short black hair fluttered slightly as she adjusted her gloves. Her fangs peeked under her lip as she gave the checklist a final glance.
"Load sealed. Blood capsules stabilized. Ten minutes to takeoff," a young vampire reported, snapping to attention beside her.
Anita nodded, eyes not leaving the horizon. "Make it five."
Behind her, her squad of elite vampires stood ready.
Jax—tall, lean, half-machine, his eyes glowing with synced targeting reticles.
Vel—silent as ever, red lightning faintly sparking at his heels.
