Neither Rhymin' Simon nor Magenta would have noticed anything different as dusk crept over Chicago that night, but many eyes were watching. Closeset, sharp, simian eyes. They were watching from every roof, tree, and fire escape. Howlers, Capuchins, Rhesus monkeys, Barbary Apes, Baboons, Macaques, and Proboscis monkeys...who were known to be nosy even on their off days. The word was out on the streets, courtesy of Nymbel, Nagumachi and Elroy.

Chongo was in his office, hanging garlic up around the doors and pondering his available firepower skeptically...it appeared that guns were useless against vampires. Still, he hadn't tried a Thompson submachine gun out on Vlad yet, and there was something very reassuring about tommy guns. "Too bad they don't make garlic-flavoured bullets," he mused.

"Hmmm...." He eyed the tommy gun thoughtfully.