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fired silver "stakes" using compressed air. They were incredibly accurate and the chances of the stake going completely through the vampire and striking someone else were slim to none. The very first time I encountered an FBI agent, I'd been in the clutches of Cicero, the master of Chicago. The FBI had burst in, shot first, and asked questions later. I saw those weapons used up close and personal and even though silver didn't bother me in the least, I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of the shot.
    Silver is highly reflective, and as I stood waiting for the governor I saw the flashes of the cameras reflect off a tiny little silver missile traveling through the air straight at the governor. When in fights, my perceptions often speed up, giving the things surrounding me a "slow motion" quality. The flash of the cameras slowed, Greer appeared to stop moving, and even the sounds around me slowed. I knew I wouldn't be able to get to Greer in time to move him from the path of the missile so I did the only thing I could; I jumped in front of him. I tried to pluck it from mid air with my hand, but I couldn't get to it in time. I braced myself for the impact hoping it would miss my heart. I knew it wouldn't kill me, but the last time it happened wasn't fun. I was shot in the chest with a hollow point silver bullet and it nearly shredded my most important of organs. I woke up on the morgue table twelve hours later with my chest cavity exposed and a doctor about to finish an autopsy. Not a situation I ever wanted to find myself in again.
    The stake pierced my chest right between my breasts, whew. I saw it stop as it embedded itself and waited for the pain to start. I turned my head and yelled at the governor to, "Get in the fucking car," as the reporters around us started screaming. I turned my back toward the direction the missile originated so I could dive into the limo behind the governor. I felt three more stakes slam into my back as I finally cleared the door. I pulled it closed and yelled at Thompson to go. Turning to look at Greer to make sure he was missile free, I fell face first into his lap. The governor's trousers filled my vision as I passed out.

 
     
    Chapter 4
     
     
     
    I woke up in the back of the limo lying on the floor. The governor of California held my head in his lap and he was yelling at Thompson to hurry up and get to the hospital. I gave a little groan and sat up, looking out the window and at the shocked face of one governor.
    "Are we there yet?" I started giggling at Thompson. I looked down and yanked the stake from my chest and let it fall to the floor of the car with a sickening thud. My shirt was a bloody mess and the tip of one of the missiles that had hit me in the back, stuck out about an inch through it. Son of a bitch, they got me through the heart . I reached up over my shoulder and could touch the stakes protruding from my back, but I couldn't reach back far enough to grab a hold well enough to yank them out.
    "Governor, would you mind?" I turned my back to him hoping he'd pull them out for me.
    "What the hell are you?" He made no move to grab the stakes for me.
    "Governor, please? They won't kill me, but they hurt like a mother fucker."
    He sighed and gingerly grabbed the first stake. I heard a sizzling sound, but I couldn't figure out where it came from. I felt the silver missile slowly making its way back through my heart and then with a wet plop it pulled completely free. I closed my eyes as I felt my body start to heal itself. I shuddered at how much blood I would need to drink after I healed. I couldn't believe I woke up in the limo and not in a hospital bed. When I sustain grievous injuries, the healing process is usually a lot slower.
    I felt Greer brace his hand against my back giving him a little more leverage to work the other two missiles out. He didn't have too much trouble with the second one, but the last one seemed to have lodged itself between my ribs. Finally, he got it