"Whatever location it is, it should be one they feel comfortable and thus confident in, and one we can safely prepare ahead of time. Perhaps the simplest way would be to offer a surrender. Say we are afraid. Use the right words to make them think they have us where they want us and can be overconfident." Sidor tapped his finger against his cheek. An idea began to take form, and his accent thickened awkwardly for a moment when he smiled.
"The ideal would be to take them to a contained area and use a poisonous gas, something which would have no affect on us. Let them choke on their own lungs." He'd seen it done before, back home. Simple cleaning products in a bucket, chain the victim to a chair, leave, watch him choke and scream and cough up blood. He hadn't even been Kindred then, and the memory of that bubble coming from the man's throat lingered with him. A holy thing, perhaps- the very reason he was Damned.