Back in Deborah's camp, the atmosphere was tense as the leader gathered her pack in her large luxury-seating room, as they listened to Deborah's words. "Listen up, everyone!" she called, her voice cutting through the murmurs of the group. We have an immediate threat. The government is planning an attack against us, and we need to evacuate before the sun sets. Gasps of shock rippled through the pack. The implications of her words sank in, a mixture of fear and determination flashing across their faces. Deborah continued, We can't risk being caught outside when dawn breaks. Once the sun falls, we'll move under the cover of darkness to safety. We need to be organized and ready to leave at a moment's notice. A burly vampire named Marcus stepped forward, his brow furrowed in concern. But where will we go? We can't just scatter into the night without a plan. Deborah nodded, acknowledging the concern. I've arranged a safe location for us, but we have to move quickly. The government believes they can wipe us out, but they're mistaken. We will regroup, and then we will strike back when they least expect it. The pack exchanged glances, a flicker of resolve igniting among them. They knew the danger was real, but with Deborah's leadership, they felt empowered. As the vampires prepared for their escape, the scene shifted to Tamara, who had just finished her meeting with the FBI officials. Feeling a mix of satisfaction and concern, immediately the security team in the camera room alerted her, informing her to head to the camera control room. As she entered, her gaze swept across the various screens displaying different areas of the facility. The security officer there immediately pointed to the TV, and her heart skipped a beat as she recognized a familiar figure, Selene, lurking in the shadows during the meeting with the officials. Seemed like we had got a traitor among us, the security said. Tamara's gut twisted in agitation. She zoomed in, studying Selene's face. "What are you doing?" she muttered under her breath, realizing the danger of the situation. A sudden wave of betrayal washed over her; Selene's presence couldn't be a coincidence. Tamara's pulse quickened as she hurriedly pressed the intercom. Security! We have a potential breach! Capture Selene immediately! Within moments, security personnel flooded the hallways, rushing towards Selene's location. When Selene noticed the approaching guards, a surge of instinct kicked in. Sensing danger, she launched at them, throwing a fierce punch that sent the first guard sprawling. The alarm bell blared, piercing through the tension in the air. More guards rushed to the scene, but Selene fought fiercely, her vampire strength giving her an advantage over the human security team. She dodged and countered, landing blows that left them struggling to keep up. Yet, the odds were against her as reinforcements arrived—this time, security personnel who were also vampires. Overwhelmed, Selene found herself overpowered. Despite her strength, they quickly subdued her, restraining her and dragging her into a holding cell. The guards searched her and discovered her phone, which they took directly to Tamara. Sitting in her office, Tamara examined the device, her brow furrowing deeper as she scrutinized the contacts. Her heart raced when she saw the name at the top: Deborah. Anger coursed through her veins as realization dawned. Selene had been feeding information to Deborah all along. Fury and betrayal gripped her. "That traitor!" Tamara hissed, slamming the phone down onto her desk. She felt the weight of their plans slipping away, all because of Selene's duplicity. Without hesitation, Tamara grabbed her phone and called Mrs Charlton. "We need to halt the attack," she said, her voice sharp with urgency. Our plans have been compromised. Selene was spying for Deborah, and she'd given away everything. Understood, Mrs. Charlton replied, her voice steady but concerned. We'll regroup and reassess our strategy. We cannot let Deborah know we're on her. As the gravity of the situation settled around Tamara, she realized that the battle ahead would be more treacherous than she had anticipated. The stakes were higher, and she had to act fast to protect her kind and thwart Deborah's impending attacks.
Meanwhile, on the other end, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a deep orange hue over the sky, Deborah stood at the entrance of the escape tunnel behind her mansion. The atmosphere buzzed with urgency as her pack of vampires scurried to evacuate their belongings, gathering bottles of blood and essential supplies. The tunnel, dark and damp, led them toward a small forest that opened up to a secluded road where a luxury bus awaited. "Keep it moving!" Deborah commanded, her sharp eyes scanning the area for any signs of trouble. "We need to be out of here before the military, catches wind of our departure." The vampires hustled their supernatural speed allowing them to efficiently haul their possessions through the narrow passage. The sound of shuffling feet and whispered instructions filled the air, punctuated by the distant chirps of night creatures emerging from the forest. They worked in silence, the weight of impending danger heavy on their shoulders. Meanwhile, inside the FBI facility, Mrs Charlton received a critical update from Tamara. "The plans have been compromised," Tamara had informed her. "We need to launch the attack now before they can escape." Mrs Charlton relayed the order to the military, urgency threading her words. They're evacuated now. We must strike at five p.m. Launch the missile attack immediately! Back at Deborah's mansion, the time was upon them. As the last rays of sunlight vanished, the atmosphere shifted; the vampires felt the world around them darken, invigorating their senses. But even as they embraced the night, the tension remained palpable. "Grab everything you can," Deborah instructed, her voice steely. We don't know how long we'll have before they realize we're gone. The last of their belongings were stuffed into bags as they hurried through the tunnel. As they emerged into the forest, the sweet scent of earth and moss mingled with the urgency of their escape. They could see the faint outline of the bus waiting on the road ahead, its headlights piercing the darkness. But before they could reach safety, a deafening blast shattered the night. The ground trembled beneath their feet as a missile struck the mansion with ferocious intensity. A fiery explosion erupted, sending debris and flames into the air. The shock wave hit the vampires, staggering them back as smoke billowed toward the sky. Tamara, who had been leading a few members of her team toward the bus, felt her heart drop as she turned to witness the catastrophic destruction behind her. Firelight illuminated the trees, casting an ominous glow on her face. She quickly assessed the situation, panic rising within her as the realization sank in that many of her followers had just been lost in the blast. Quick! Move! Tamara shouted, her voice rising above the chaos. We can't waste any more time! The military will be coming! Rushing forward, she rallied the remaining vampires, urgency fueling their movements. The pack surged toward the bus, adrenaline propelling them as they clambered on board, their hearts racing with a mix of fear and rage. Deborah's expression was fierce, reflecting the collective anger of her kind. As the last of the vampires boarded, the bus roared to life and sped away from the destruction. Through the rearview mirror, Tamara caught a glimpse of the burning remnants of their home, a searing reminder of the battle they were caught in. The flames danced in the darkness, signaling both a loss and a rallying cry for revenge. "Don't look back," Deborah ordered, her eyes narrowed with determination. We'll regroup and plan our next move. They may have struck us, but we are not done yet. The vampires exchanged glances, the unyielding spirit of their kind igniting a fierce resolve within them. They knew they would fight back, stronger and more united than ever. And as the bus tore down the road, their thoughts were already shifting to the confrontation that awaited them. The battle lines had been drawn.