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- All clear, my lord. Wait what is this? - Brook-ta-man tore the receiver from his ear and put it in the pocket of his cloak, the last glory did not reach the consciousness of the vampire. The elevator doors opened, and the sounds of gunshots and screams burst into the small spaces of the elevator car. Brook-ta-man dived briskly behind a pillar and carefully leaned out to look at what was happening. Guards bustled about in the parking lot, running between cars and firing back. From the side of the entrance, standing behind shelters, a group of people generously showered the defenses with a hail of bullets and shot. The lift was called from above. The vampire looked at the attackers, occasionally bullets hit them, he practically did not pay attention to injuries, they were Kalim's werewolves, he felt it from the radiation pulsing inside them. The werewolves were furious, a small armed squad tried to storm the head building of the vampires. People guarding the parking lot clearly did no