"That is my fear." he gave a solemn nod of the head. "They are far too comfortable and arrogant these days. Attacks in the open, missing people, displays of dominance and power... they may wish us to think we have lost complete control to throw us off. It would be a battle tactic in my time. But in the modern era, I have my doubts."
His fingers move over the map, looking at it and making a few more circles.
"These areas are where some people were last seen. They are within the radius of one of the Vampire nightclubs. Unfortunately, because it takes days before people are allowed to make missing person reports, the numbers could be larger than what I have documented. Because no bodies have been found, I fear they are being used as "food"."
Dolemeck sat back for a minute, absentmindedly feeling the scar over his face as he thought. He then turned back to Bram, a weak smile on his face.
"Do you know how to kill a dragon? You do not go in charging and wielding a sword like a nutter. You do not bring an army, because the lose of life would not be worth the kill. What you do is cut off it's food supply. When the dragon cannot eat, it weakens. When it's too weak to breath fire, it is easy to kill."
He pointed to the night club on the map.
"If we go and destroy their ability to harvest "food". Meaning the haven and this club, we'll be dealing a huge blow. As their numbers have grown, taking out their sources for nutrition could create discord within their own ranks, making it easier for us to rid them. Of course this is all in theory."
When Dolemeck allowed himself to, well, be himself, he was quite good with figuring out tactics, as well as doing research. He truly wasn't as helpless as they all thought.
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