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boxes. Long hair. Down with the establishment. Keep on Trucking. Drive-in movies. Muscle cars that waste gas and heavily pollute... just about everything. Nice back seats - just made for free love. Hand-rolled weed. And who can forget 8-track tapes? You know. The seventies .”
    “Ah yes. I remember. That explains quite a bit, actually.”
    “So, how about it, Sir? Any chance I can go down to NOLA and—”
    “You know, Nigel... most of our associates only call this line because they need something.”
    “Oh. Right. Got it, Sir. Devereaux has called. I should find out what he wants.”
    “You might want to notice that we don’t have much time left on this call before it’ll be disconnected, as well. Devereaux?”
    “I’ll call right back.”
    Dev hit the END CALL button; pitched the cell into the trash; picked up another cell from the drawer; pushed four numbers; got Nigel’s electric signature again.
    “VAL Headquarters. Oh look. It’s Devereaux Castillion from New Orleans, Louisiana calling. Wait one moment while I transfer you to His Highness .”
    “Nigel—” Akron’s voice interrupted.
    Dev chuckled. He was still smiling when his screen bisected, giving him Nigel’s image on one side, and an empty-looking desk beneath an alcove on the other. That’s the only image anyone ever got of Akron.
    “Hello, Devereaux. How can we help you? And where do you think you’re going, Nigel? Stay connected.”
    “I have a problem,” Dev began.
    “I did a bit of searching while you reconnected, Devereaux. Seems pretty tame from this prospective. How many incidents did you find, Nigel?”
    “One hundred and two.”
    “All vampire sightings?”
    “You told me to look for anomalies featuring the undead. I didn’t eliminate the twenty-three zombie sightings, fourteen witches, assorted werewolves, the angel, and—”
    “How many vampires?” Akron interrupted.
    “Um... thirty seven.”
    “Very good. Bring them up on the screen please. Good. Here’s the listing of incidents from last night in Undead Party Central. Five vampire sightings coming in from assorted area super markets. Four more on Chartres Street, two in Jackson Square, one loud one in Jean LaFitte’s Blacksmith Shoppe who thought he could karaoke. Bail denied, thankfully. He’ll ruin our image. There are fifteen sightings from above-ground cemeteries. No surprise there. Those places are hotbeds of vampiric activity. Always have been. Ten more sightings on Bourbon Street... and just look. Hmm. Here’s one about a vampire who supposedly crashed a sorority strip party and left a shirt, vest, and neck cloth behind – none of which has an identifying feature.”
    “They actually filed a complaint?” Devereaux asked.
    “Didn’t say that. The ladies appear to be posting photos of puncture marks, blood droplets, and the aforementioned clothing. It appears they’re setting up an online auction. Good thing you actually took my advice and left the sword at home.”
    “I never said it was me,” Dev answered.
    “Man. Just take the punishment, D.C. It’s easier in the long run. Trust me,” Nigel inserted.
    Akron ignored the interruption. “What happened looks like a typical Friday night in New Orleans, so we also ran a little search on Beethan and company. Nigel?”
    “Right. Fifteen hunters booked on International Flights to all sorts of destinations in the Far East. Bangladesh. India. Mostly Indochina. Cambodia. Thailand. Myanmar. No. Make that seventeen of them. Two more just got booked to Beijing. Looks like they’re setting up a Hunter Convention, Sir. I hope they don’t think they’re being sneaky. You want me to send an associate?”
    “No need. I have a good idea what they’re up to. What I want you to find out is if anyone is heading to NOLA.”
    “Not that I can see, Sir.”
    “Did you check on their newest corporal, Lance Reed?”
    “Who?”
     “This is your prior organization, Nigel. You really should keep up.”
    “His prior