Neither Lana nor Lilith interrupted him.
Even Vanessa, who had just landed nearby after rescuing another squad of soldiers, quietly listened.
Dickson finally shrugged.
"So…"
"I've got an idea."
Lana sighed.
"This better be good."
A grin slowly spread across Dickson's face.
"We kill every single one of them…"
He raised one finger.
"…except one."
Silence.
Lilith tilted her head.
"You want a prisoner?"
Dickson nodded.
"If they're fighting because they want to…"
"…then we'll kill them."
"If they're fighting because someone is making them…"
"…then one of them is going to tell us who."
Vanessa's expression remained thoughtful.
"…Reasonable."
Lana crossed her arms.
"I hate admitting it…"
"…but he's right."
There had been too many strange things happening over the past three months.
Entire vampire clans suddenly abandoning centuries of secrecy.
Launching open assaults on cities.
Throwing away thousands of lives without hesitation.
