Another day, another contract with another vampire hiding in plain sight. Jamaar would kill for something more interesting. This time he was in England, just outside of London (maybe he could visit his friend after the contract). He was told that the vampire was in a town called Aylesbury, approximately 60 kilometers North West of London. As always it was his job to identify the target, verify if it is a vampire and if it is kill it. He had left out with his boken on his back ready to earn his pay. But there was a problem.
“BLOODCLAAT!”. He cursed in Jamaica creole while looking at his phone He had forgotten to charge it and the battery had just died. “Fuck” He was using the GPS to find his way to Aylesbury. A dead battery meant that he was lost.
He considered his options. He could take a train, but he was not fond of public transport. He could try and fly but it was the middle of the night and a bird eyes view was less useful in the dark Maybe he could ask for directions, but it would be a long shot to find someone out at this time. Fortune seemed to favor him, however, as ahead of him he saw someone. A blond female wearing a khaki coloured uniform.
Jamaar ran up, attempted to get her attention by speaking in his baritone voice. “Pardon me miss could you help me? I have suddenly found myself without a map and in need of directions” he said while gesturing to his dead phone.