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Seeing him go back to the Kine, she takes a tentative few step towards him. As she does this, her right hand pulls one of the guns from its holster, the weight feeling reassuring in her hand. Her finger instinctively rests on the trigger, as her eyes say focused on Bobcat. If he made a move towards her, she knew she could have the other gun out and at least slow him down.
Sorry for the delay:( And Ale has quick draw, if it comes up...
She moved! She moved! The beast saw her getting closer This prey is mine! I warn you! it thought but only a menacing growl came out of the vampire's mouth. Eating was more important than fighting now, so the beast just moved a few feet back taking the dead body with it to continue eating, still with his eyes fixed on her.
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Still no Samuel Collins. So... we go forward.
The Shadow slowly backs off. He's been tossed around already. No telling what further mayhem a feeding Kindred in the thrall of their Beast is like to do if pushed.
This is dragging. Unless Alessandra is going to do something besides cautiously watching, Bobcat will drink his fill. He will completely exsanguinate the corpse in his possession, leaving it a rather desiccated husk. Only then, with a full belly (e.g. full blood pool) will the red haze fade and the frenzy end. And we can move on to important stuff, like a crashed vehicle
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She will watch, not knowing if gun fire will cause a crowd. But she will take note of the area that Bobcat has lost control in, intending to deal with the issue a different way.
Woops, I'm sorry I didn't answer. I didn't see Orianna already posted here
Bobcat leaves the the empty body of the driver on the floor, and knowing what he did, he looks at Alessandra and Samuel, and while he wipes the blood in his mouth with his hairy arm he says "He was almost asking for it... what did you want me to do? huh? He was dead, and I was hungry... Do the math". He was feeling something he hadn't felt in a long long time... was it... nah, it can't be... remorse? For eating a dead human?. The fact that Alessandra and Samuel were staring at him didn't help at all.
There is a lot of blood in the van anyway, the cops can just assume he lost all his blood there thought Bobcat, overconfident about his conclusion on what the cops would think.
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Alessandra remains poised and watchful, as if not fully convinced the Bruja has fully recovered their senses.
A silence had fallen again, punctuated only by the creak and pop of the broken vehicle vehicle. The bent and buckled pile of metal was smoking lightly. Acrid smell mingling with the heady scent of blood and seeping fuel.
Bobcat is going to check the van now, to see if he can find the reason of the accident.
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Moving swiftly, Bobcat gives the van a cursory appraisal. Without tools, time or a workshop, he has to work by sight, feel and gut instinct alone...
...And in this instance, it is perhaps enough. The roll has definitely damaged the superstructure of the vehicle. The engine block is a worry, but the Savage is unable to determine if that is from the crash or what came before. The exposed underside is also a cypher - nothing glaringly obvious sticks out as a sign of sabotage.
But the tyres! Ah! Now there... They are worn and ragged. Two have burst, pushed passed their limit by... Caltrops. And bullets! Yes - pieces are embedded in the wheel and in the ruined rubber remnants. There is also tell tale gun shot damage to a portion of the wing, now that the Bruja has something to work with. How the van got this far is... a testament to the driver's skill as much as his moxie. Or luck.
The wind screen told a similar story. Shattered and rent by holes the window is all but ready to pop out of its bent frame. The holes match up, roughly, with some of the wounds on the driver and the passenger.
Luck, then. Definitely luck. Wounded - probably mortally - the driver had got the van out of a hairy situation while being shot at, and having security measures deployed against them. The accident might well have been caused by the driver letting go of the wheel. Or it could have been that the maimed tyres finally caved.
"The boxes" he says after investigating the van. "This van was attacked, they probably wanted what something from it, and they will come to look for it soon. Check the boxes". And he starts looking for any clue in the boxes that are scattered on the road, and the ones that are still inside the van.
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Bobcat tracks from one box to the other, as a few had been shaken loose of the wreckage in the crash. Individually, they were not big per se but they were bulky. Shiny, durable plastic showing signs of trauma. One had not been locked properly and its contents had spewed forth into the yellowed grass - a mix of foam padding and burst bags, leaking red fluid into the earth. Another had been shaken so violently that its armoured carapace had cracked; it too, bled.
The Savage was greatful his Beast was filled. The scent of blood was rich and thick and pure. Even sated, his animal soul stirred fitfully at the energising smell, such was the rush.
With a some struggle, he retrieved two more of the boxes from the van. Scratched and dented, they were nonetheless sound and sealed. Given their bulky nature, the Savage figured he could only carry two at a time.
And time was... uncertain.
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Onward!