Far away from the speeding boat, on the banks of a distant river, sat two shadowy figures in front of an array of technical equipment. Both wore dark robes to
hide their inhumanly exteriors, and both observed a blip, headed towards a larger blip on the screen.

" Is everything in place? " one hissed.

"Yes. the young ones have left the old human behind with a few Knights to protect him. The homing beacon our associates planted on the young Knight works
perfectly, and they are walking into a trap, believing they really captured one of us and got him to talk. Fools. as if we would tell a servant like him anything" the other hissed back in gleeful tones.

"What about the human? " the first asked, not yet satisfied.

"We have seventy of our finest ready to attack the Knight's headquarters in half an hour. They know nothing. And the fool believes it has been re-consecrated"

"How can you be sure it isn't. Surely Waverly will have checked the credentials of anybody coming in very carefully now" the other questioned

"But unfortunately, Uncle can check records of existing people, but, well, if the person who shows up looks identical, acts identical, and has all the proper  authorization, who will know they are a Thrush member? " a strange voice from the hall commented. In stepped a human female, to the dislike of the first Lilim.
She ignored his look of disgust and focussed on the second, flipping her dark brown hair over her shoulder as she spoke.

"Just remember we have a deal".

As the boat moored, Napoleon and Illya traded furtive glances, and while Napoleon drew his special Special, the one loaded with a new kind of dart R&D had
developed, Illya unsheathed what seemed to be a throwing knife. Napoleon jumped softly onto the grassy bank, and covered Illya and Valentine's
disembarkation. They traded worried glances as they stepped off, feeling no resistance.

As they set of, Napoleon in the lead, Illya bringing up the read, the moved silently, soundlessly and cautiously. After a few moments they came across a
corpse in monks robes. As Napoleon turned it over and Illya covered him in case it was a Lilim, they saw the holes on the side of it's neck. The man had been
sucked dry, but there was no sign of Lilim about him.

Cautiously they crept on through the underbrush, Napoleon marveling at the difference between the island now and when he went to survival school..it
seemed like the whole lay-out had changed, but it was most assuredly the same island.. After a few yards they came across another corpse and
another. All had died from the same cause, all in monk's robes.

After a hundred or so yards they came to a trail, three corpses thrown haphazardly over each other. Cautiously they walked past them, and on, deeper into
the forest. They had barely gone twenty yards when the vampires fell to their knees, clutching their ears in pain, while Napoleon heard nothing

"dogwhistle" he heard Illya grunt at him, his eyes turning a menacing red and his fangs suddenly seeming more pronounced as he tried to home in on the sound.
Napoleon too searched around, his special ready, when he found himself surrounded by monks in robes, and one of the dead, rising from under the other two corpses with a little black box in his hands.