Part II: "Invitation to a Vampire"
Chapter Fifteen

Captain Joi Tamasi emerged like an aerospace athlete, impeccably devil-brow in black combat boots and olive green flight suit with billed cap. Her white skin beautifully tanned into buttery brown, she swaggered toward Moyamba with a warrior’s cocksuredness.

Through mirrored aviator sunglasses throwing off flashes of light, the captain took a fleeting glance at the unbridled vampire with that predatory look of hunger.

Noting that there were no proper restraints the captain advised: “If you can’t control her, Moyamba, you’ll die.” 

Remindful of the creature’s demonic power, always hidden but ready to be used, in heavy spirits he escorted Night to a black helicopter gunship where aboard she confronted a short eight-inch gun barrel with a bleak little snout.

An African-American dressed in military fatigues had the butt of the rifle anchored into the cup of his shoulder. One hand wrapped around the pistol grip, his naked prehensile shooting finger controlled the trigger.

Fitted with a suppressor, mounted with a telescopic sight, and sporting a curved magazine that supported six hundred rounds of hollow-point ammunition bulging from under the muzzle, the weapon was secured by his other hand around the front vertical foregrip.

And just like him, there were three other black men on board heavily armed with automatic weapons—all pointing at the vampire.

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