Edan says quietly and I nod in silent reply. I hear the faint rumble of a powerful engine in the distance. Fossil-fueled. I frown. There aren't many of those allowed anymore, a relic. Of course, I own one. Bought and paid for with vampiric bribe money. The greenies are only as moral as their pocketbook. “That's her,” Edan says. “Yes. Where's her target?” I ask. Edan makes a dismissive noise in the back of his throat. “He's just a human. We'll dispose of him and take Narah Adrienne.” Edan shrugs his broad shoulders, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against his brain-activated binoculars. Vampires can see like felines in the dark but a mile out, a little help of the human persuasion is useful. “A violent human. Why they have a woman as an enforcer is beyond me.” My disgust must leak through my voice because Edan rolls his amber eyes, slightly reflective in the ambient light that reaches our dim hiding place.
