I had shifted my attention to making a plan that would get the most bang for my buck with the first ‘salvo’ of Blood Moon Wine. I had a few assets that I had carefully developed over the years and it was probably no time to get them into play. One of those assets I had only have very intermittent contact with since the beginning of the year – Shrike. The Shrike was our infiltrator into the camp of Mr. Lies. I wasn’t sure what cover she was using or how she had maintained being vampire free herself in the land of vampires but she had. He information so far was spot on and allowed us to make several raids this past year that paid off. Now I needed to send her a message.
“Boss, we can get the message to her but it might take a week.”
“That’s OK, patience is the key thing here. If we do this right, Mr. Lies might have to leave our city all together and that would be very helpful to the human race as a whole.”
Colonel Gin nodded.
“So Colonel, I have another question about Miss Shrike. How are we going to extract her when the time comes?”
“I already have several plans for that, but if all goes well she will simply have to find a way to stay behind when Mr. Lies retreats.”
Now to work on the details of the plan.
We knew that vampires often keep large stores of blood in barrels for use when they can’t find victims but they also use them for vampire blood parties and such. My plan was to find out when Mr. Lies was having the next party, infiltrate where they store said barrels of blood and basically pour a little Blood Moon Wine into each barrel. Because the taste of it is slightly like blood mixed with wine, It shouldn’t be noticed. The nature of these parties is that everyone takes a toast drink to set them off and I was hoping this would be the big first salvo I was looking for. After that I would have to be cleaver about it.
The brain boys of course had been working on alternative ways to administer the cure but so far nothing had come close to ingestion. I however had added something to my BFG anyway and that was the capability to fire darts with the cure in it. I had about ten darts so I would have to conserve them when the fight came.
“Boss, you probably know this but the best date would be Halloween if we could arrange it.”
“Most likely, but where Mr. Lies celebrates Halloween and how he celebrates it changes. We know when but it is the where and how that are the open questions yet.”
“As well as who? I mean he might decide to have small party and not a big one.”
“Might still go for it anyway. Anyone he does have at the party will most likely be top lieutenants and taking them out would be a big win for us. Even so our follow-up needs to be swift. Once the Cure is administered we will have to swoop in and grab the folks cured before they can be held and re-infected. We have to infiltrate, administer, wait and then go in.”
“Yeah, this is going to be a sticky wicket indeed, Ole boy.”
“Do we know who is the infiltration team is going to be?”
“Oni Kim, Margareta, Scotch and Miss Wine. Shrike will hopefully be in a position to help them. We may need more once we know how many barrels we need to poison”
“I figure about one of my barrels will be enough cure for about ten barrels of their blood. Two of them should be able to carry it. I can’t anticipate needing more unless we really don’t know which barrels they will be using for the party.”
“A real possibility might want to have some backup people in mind.”
“Yeah, but we still need to keep the infiltration as a small as possible. The more people who go the more likely it will be noticed. How about the spy in our midst, have we learned who it is yet?”
“No. But that is why our plans are only between the two of us and everyone else is on a need to know basis as far as information.”
“Ok, maybe they will slip up before then.”
“Not counting on it, and you should expect a stab in the back if things start going our way.”
I nodded. So it had begun. The Second Pub War. This time though we would be the aggressors and hopefully this would be the last battle for our city. This time, Mr. Lies was in our crosshairs; not the other way around. It was our war to lose or win.
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