Masquerade

I heard Bruce's deep voice as I took my first step into the police station, hell my boot wasn't half way in when I heard him. Sergeant Bruce Corvan stood infront of me as I fully entered the police station, a sense of disapproval seemed to emit from his body, fun fun.
I couldn't help but smirk as I looked at him, yeah it was a bad habit...

"Whats so funny? Jacob Watson"

Thats Mr. Jacob Watson to you, but I didn't say that out loud. I may look stupid but I'm not dumb... for the most part.

"Nothing... so whats up?"

Bruce Corvan was six foot and built like one of those strongmen that you see on television, you know the ones that chuck empty beer kegs over walls... yeah I have alot of free time. Though how he could fit into the uniform was beyond me and the buzz cut seemed to fit him perfectly. Compaired to him I was a short asian... then again all asians are short, Woo.

"Well you know the drill Jacob, get your gear from the locker and we'll gather the squad."

I dully nodded as I headed to the back, past all the file cabinets and boards that were filled with wanted for murder and o nic nice things that made this job unique. Finally I was able to get to the "laboratory" a term given by the rest of the police force for the room that the Supernatural Task force worked in aka STF pronounced stiff... ain't it lovely?

We worked on the cases that involved the 'living impaired' a term used mostly by the undead themselves in this city, it was San Francisco go figure. Just because they had 'legally' died it doesn't mean they couldn't live, however that worked. Then again even the supreme court was still arguing about the real meaning of death, jeez human delegation at its best... I've dealt with murderers,granny purse snatchers and perverts... but the undead were by far the 'most' interesting. About two years ago I could have staked a vampire and it wouldn't cause such an upheavel, but now all 'offical' vampire hunters had to get 'approval' by a court judge. It kind of stopped the zealot induced weekend warrior vampire hunter types from executing vampires for fun and profit, though they would still be caught from time to time trying to kill something, but that in itself is another long story. So anyway we basically get to sit back until a vampire goes psycho and kills a few people... I love this system.

In the back I heard Malcolm laugh at one of Vincent's jokes. They weren't that funny in my humble opinion... but then again maybe undead humor wasn't for me, it wasn't that animated... ha ha I made a funny.Vincent saw me as I tried to quietly make my way to my locker, his irish accent boomed out as he spoke.

"So hows life Dr. Watson?... ever catch those redheads?"

I swear if I keep on hearing these jokes related to Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson I'm going to kill someone, though I did get a doctorate in Mythology... if you want to know about legendary creatures come to me, if you want to know the coefficant of Z when compared to the horizontal and verticals of X and Y then you better see someone else...yep.

"Nope, but you never know... one day I'll get enough information on your family" I said with a slight hint of sarcasm, ok slight for

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There was silence as I openned my locker, a slight snickering could have been heard and I bet it was Malcolm. Soon enough there was the sound of fist against shoulder as I turned around, placing my shoulder holster on. Malcolm was rubbing his sher aer as he walked away and Vincent was just looking at me with a smug look on his face. I placed my Browning HP 35 in the holster, with a fifteen bullet limit it was more then enough to take out a zombie... though with vampires that was something else, but it left big holes in whatever I shot a definite plus, though with silver coated shells it'll slow them down even more and when thats combined with a big hole... oh ho ho that makes it all the better. Maybe thats why I can't get a girlfriend...

"So Vincent, whats this case about anyway...you know how everyone likes to just wake me up at all hours of the morning and tell me go kill some suckhead without telling me who it is..."

Vincent shrugged as he placed his kevlar vest over his uniform, it made him bulky for an irishman... ok bulkier.

"Hell if I know... I think the sarg should know, I just drive and provide backup this time."

"Yep... I'll go ask him, at least they know were the day time resting place is... better then confronting them at night"

Vincent chuckled as he placed his Colt .45 at his side, his hand slightly wavering over his helmut but in time he just placed it on his head. It kind of made him into a human turtle, but it worked for the job.

"Yeah, vamp hunting isn't fun during the night..."

A few months ago STF had the 'pleasure' to go vampire hunting, a renegade master vampire was on the loose. His 'official' kill count was 31 but we suspected it was higher, more around 45. Though without a full set of dental records it was hard to pull the other murders together. We lost alot of good men that night... four in all, but we were able to take him down. They wonder why I have a major disliking towards them... then again no one on the force ever lost a few family members to an enraged vampire.

I was facing my locker again as I began to fill my custom made stake holster that was strapped to my waist through the belt loops, it held five oak stakes and made me look like one of those old vampire hunters you see in the movies. There were a ble bleeding heart liberals that said staking a vampire was cruel and unusual punishment and that silver nitrate should replace the 'inhumain' punishment... well I like using the stake and injecting silver nitrate into a vampire just doesn't seem right. I'm weird like that.

"Jacob, you ready?"

I turned around as I grabbed my duffle bag that was filled with my 'goodies' someone had named it that, I think it was Sarah from admissions and the name kind of stuck. Then again if vials of holy water,a silver cross,s ofs of ammo and a metal mallet are 'goodies' then more power to you.

"Yeah, lets go..."

I placed my faded jean jacket back on as I followed Vincent out of the 'laboratory', Bruce stood infront of me and I had to look up. Though when your only five seven and one hundred and sixty three pounds its kinda hard not too. He looked down at me literally as he spoke. The others had gathered in the small conference room as we all stood.

"Ok people, this isn't going to be some walk in park. We have location of a verified vampire murderer. Our surveilance team has located his day time resting place and its near the wharf. We do this the way we have trained in the past and it should go to plan... Jacob will be our pointman..."

Also known as the person who will execute the vampire, it was a dirty job and somebody had to do it, I'll give you one guess.

"Ok you stiffve ove out..."

A slight chuckle rang out as the STF squad left the room, it wasn't everyday that you got to hear Nathaniel make a joke... this wasn't going to be a good day. Aren't I a ray of sunshine?