"Very well," Karl says through gritted teeth. He turns over his shoulder, presumably making eye contact with Gabe. Anna hears him holler "Do it," the command followed by a series of gunfire. He turns back to Anna and says, "Let's go." He pockets his weapon and begins running down walkway, bootsteps muffled by dirt smeared carpet.

Eyes peek out from behind windows, but no one dares open a door or get in the way, as the trio make their way downstairs and away from the motel, as they are joined by Victor. Somehow, and fortunately, no crowds have gathered to witness the firefight. And of course, anyone stupid enough to take a picture or video with their phones will be rewarded with garbage footage; not that the four witness any Kine in the act.

Being undead has its advantages, and one of them is not needing to breath harder when you are running for your life. Several blocks later, but not a lick out of breath, nor drenched in the mortal curse of sweat, Victor says smugly, "So... I guess there wasn't much point bugging their van." He gestures toward the half conscious Ghoul and says, "I see we took a party favor."