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now that I focused on it, though his mind itself was closed.  All of their minds were clamped shut.  Only this close now was I able to sense them.  A Vampire's telepathic abilities are actually quite short ranged (whereas we believe that the Others are much longer ranged) and solid objects, such as brick walls, diminish it even further.  Then of course they had come with their minds closed, as well, with the result that I had not sensed them until I had actually walked out the door.  I walked towards Drye.  He met me halfway.
    “It will never work.  They'll sense you long before they get too close.”  I said as we reached one another.  I let the point of my cane-swordrest on the asphalt of the street so as not to seem threatening, though he and I both knew that had I wanted to harm him even though he was one of the Eldest Vampires in the entire worldwide Community, I could do so almost out of hand.
    Drye was to most of the Community almost a God, so Elder was he to most, but he was by far my junior.  Clumsy and slow compared to me, and smart enough to know it.  Vampires who could not accept the hierarchy of dominance did not survive long.  He wore an old rapier at his belt.  It was a beautiful weapon but it would not kill either a Vampire or one of the Others.  I had never seen him wear it before.  His eyes followed where I looked.
    “Brid and some of our geeks, that 's what they call themselves,” Drye said, holding his hands open to show that if that was what they wanted to be called, who was he to argue with them, “are working on 'Telepathic Blockers'.  That's what they call them.  Built into helmets.  They really work.”
    “The rapier is just to slow them down.”  He added.  “So we can capture one of them.”
    “Helmets that block telepathic communication?”  I asked.
    “Which creates a 'Low Emission Magnetic Field'.”  Drye explained.  “That’s how it was explained to me, in any case.  I don't have the faintest how it works, though.  I only know that it does.”
    “They really work?”  I asked.  I could not imagine what being deprived of my telepathic senses would be like.
    “Yeah, they work, but I don't like wearing it.”
    “About what I was thinking.”  I admitted.
    “We're just running some exercises.  I hope we haven't disturbed you.”  Drye said with a faint smile.
    “A little warning would have been nice.”
    “That was Brid's idea.”  Drye admitted.  “He thought that if we could get into place around you without the helmets, we should have easy sailing with them.  The 'Low Emission Magnetic Field Generators'.”
    “Telepathy blocking helmets.”  I said.
    “Football helmets, to be exact.”  Drye said.  “Minus the face guard.  We don't want to be able to be Face Masked.”  Here he smiled again.  “A football term.”
    I nodded.  I watch football .  It was one of the few things that came out of a television that I did enjoy.  Football and the octagon, that is.  I spent a long lifetime in the study of martial strategy, so it is a thing I can truly relate to.  Football is simply pure aggression, full contact, and adrenaline pumping excitement.  It reaches right into the depths of my Human half and pulls at those strings which are tied to the basest of my instincts.  I get no argument from Sonafi on Football or Fight Night.  She loves it as much as I do.
    A vehicle's lights turned the corner two blocks distant and came our way.  We faded into the shadows and disappeared.  Drye and I and several others who had come out into the open while we talked.  We vanished as if we had not been.
    The car went by s lowly.  It was a city Police cruiser, but the officers saw nothing out of the ordinary.  They weren't expecting anything especially- though in St Louis anything was possible.  They were just doing their rounds but I eavesdropped for a moment anyway, slipping unobtrusively into the passenger officer's mind to be certain they weren't