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shoulder and directed him out to the courtyard where the table and benches were. “This way, please. We shall sit and discuss the future.”
    “Oh, you mean how my team and I are going to stop you from doing whatever the hell it is you’re doing and make you wish you had stayed in the shadows?” Dom said. “Sure, let’s do that.”
    “Yes, let us do that.” The dark vampire directed Dom to the bench and waited while he gingerly sat. It was obvious that he was in great pain. “Would you like something to drink? A meal, perhaps? Some pain killers?” he offered. “Before we begin?”
    “Naw, I’m fine. Let’s get this show on the road,” Dom said, trying hard to sound tough, but wishing like hell he had at least a bottle of water.
    The dark vampire looked to the side, into the darkened shadows and snapped his fingers. Dom didn’t turn his head to watch, but someone brought him a bottle of water and a can of soda along with a bowl of fruit. “In case you change your mind,” the dark vampire explained. “Now, before we begin in earnest, I have a few questions for you, Mr. DeGiacomo.”
    “And I have a few for you.” He opened the bottle of water.
    “My pilot tells me that you have people working on a wea pon. A weapon that targets only vampires?”
    Dom stared at the dark vampire blankly, putting on his best poker face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
    “Oh, Mr. DeGiacomo, your lies leave such an acidic taste in the back of my mouth. It is most unsavory,” Sicarii winced.
    “Sorry, bub. No idea what you’re chattering about.” Dom shrugged.
    “My pilot claims that you were most talkative on the plane before you were knocked unconscious…” he trailed off.
    Dom continued to stare at the vampire and finally sighed. “Fuck, Momma always said I talked too much when I was ner vous.”
    “I’m sure she did.” The vampire nodded. Dom lowered his head and stared at the table. “So, tell me more about this wea pon.”
    Dom shrugged his shoulders. “Who knows?” He looked up and met the vampire’s gaze. “Seriously. I have no clue what it is or how it works. I just heard Doc talking about it. Said it targets natural born vampires.” He watched the dark vampire studying him in the silvery light, assessing his truthfulness. “It was just an offhand comment he made and before he could go into any d etail, the boss told him to drop it.”
    The dark vampire nodded. “What other weaponry do your teams employ against our kind?”
    “You mean besides silver bullets?” Dom asked. “That don’t work anymore,” he added. He took a deep breath and thought about it for a moment. “Well, let’s see. We have UV phosphorus grenades. Those are lots of fun. Turns a vampire to ash and gives us a real nice tan all at the same time.” He shot a toothy grin at the vampire for effect.
    “What else?”
    “What difference does it make?” Dom asked. “Who the fuck are you, anyway? And why do you care what armaments we have? Aren’t you the asshole that was testing us? You should know what shit we use anyway.”
    “What else?” the vampire asked calmly.
    Dom stared at him a moment longer. “Who are you?”
    “I already told you, I am the Sicarii,” he said calmly. “What else?”
    “What the fuck is the Sicarii? That tells me nothing!” Dom shouted. “Give me something of substance!” He pounded the concrete table with such force that his own teeth rattled and his head ached. He could feel his kidney throb where he had been punched.
    The dark vampire stood slowly and reached across the na rrow table, grasping Dominic by the face and pulling him slowly toward him. Dom tried to pull back but it was like a fly trying to pull itself from a spider’s web. He had nothing to grasp but the table’s edge and he was already leaning too far forward to get any real leverage. The dark vampire pulled him close and stared into his eyes and in what seemed only a moment, images flashed through his