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What is it this time? Anything new, or same old monsters?

[She loads her Glock with silver hollow-points and slings her sword over her back.]

Vampires.

Oh great, my favorite. Can I come along? Have you called Hannibal?

[she sighs and straps on a boot knife]

No, I haven't talked to King.

You'd do better making that a stake instead of a knife.

I think we should give him a call. He's the expert.

Go ahead and call him if you want.

[Said as she straps a bracer of silver stakes around one thigh.]

I will. [Whips out her cell phone]

That looks hot, by the way.

Yeah, well. Too bad you're the only one around here who appreciates that.

[Her expression is completely deadpan, but she knows Kit had been teasing.]

I'm the only one you show it to, so that's not a fair assessment.

[Doesn't get an answer, so she leaves King a message.]

Well there's no way I'm letting you go alone. Guess you're stuck with me.

Except that I'm not really alone.

[holds up her wrist with the Witchblade on it.]

Until I know everything there possibly is to know about that thing, I'm not trusting it. And I don't think you should either.

Which is why I've got all the rest of this stuff...

[She waves a hand at the stakes and other gear.]

Look, you've never been the most social, but ever since you found that thing you've been even more of a loner than before. And this is me telling you to cut it out.

Maybe I don't like getting involved with people because I'll wake up one day and he could pass for my father or grandfather. Maybe I don't like thinking that I'll have to watch them grow old and die while I never age. Ever thought of that?

Of course I have! But what choice do you have, really? And it's a little late when it comes to me, don't you think? We're partners, and I thought we were friends. So let me come along and help you kill these fuckers so we can go get a drink afterwards, alright?

Yeah, sure. Knock yourself out.

Don't sound so excited, you might strain something.