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ground, crawling across the dusty floor until he could see the rest of the facility.   
     
    SS sonderkommandos patrolled catwalks high above the research area, giving them a clear view of the floor and a wide field of fire.  More brown-shirted Nazis stood on a second-story platform at the far end of the building, looking down with contempt at the men working below.  
     
    The area was crawling with researchers assembled at various stations throughout the lower level.  The stench of chemicals and burnt metal filled the air.  Price searched for Louis Brevot in the sea of lab coats and blinking lights. 
     
    A voice called out from the platform above that made everyone inside the facility stop.  “Your attention, please!” 
     
    Price looked up to see an elderly man dressed in long black robes trimmed with elaborate gold fringe, standing with his arms raised.  There was a triangle embroidered on his chest with beams of light shooting in every direction from it.  Aleister Crowley waved his hands and said, “I would like all of you to step away from your stations and go to either side of the building.”   
     
    He looked down with satisfaction as the researchers cleared from the floor, then turned around and said, “Bring our guest forward if you do not mind.” 
     
    Two stormtroopers carried a chair to the front of the platform.  Louis Brevot struggled fiercely against the bonds holding to the chair and the gag in his mouth.  Crowley swept the hair out of his face and turned back to the crowd of onlookers and said, “Can you hear me, Omega?  I know you are with us.” 
     
    The magician surveyed the facility, waiting.  Finally, he frowned and said, “I respect your resolve, my friend.  Perhaps you require more substantial incentive?” 
     
    Obersturmbannfuhrer Kramer dragged a cursing, kicking, Amelie Brevot across the floor.  Her shoes scraped the platform’s metal surface, and Kramer shook her violently until she stopped fighting.  Kramer held up a strange-looking pistol and said, “I have your little friend, Omega.  If you do not show yourself within five seconds, the whore dies.”  Kramer rested the barrel of the pistol against the side of Amelie’s head and said, “Oh, well.  Eins, zwie, drei —”
     
    Shouts rang out at the sight of a naked man appearing in the center of the floor, running in full sprint.   
     
    “Vampirs!” Kramer shouted. 
     
    All of the lights inside the facility went out and a bright volley of muzzle flashes filled the balcony as the sonderkommandos fired at Price.  They shouted at one another when they saw him through the large infrared lenses mounted to their rifles, but just as they shot at him, he vanished again.  Bullets ricocheted off of the concrete floor, punching holes in the equipment and striking several of the researchers.  Crowley bent over the platform and shouted, “He’s almost here!” 
     
    One of the sonderkommandos appeared to leap off of the catwalk and fall screaming to the floor below.  Price took a running leap at the platform and landed only a few feet away from Crowley, looking up at him with a wicked, satisfied grin.  “Nice try,” Price said. 
     
    Amelie Brevot pushed Obersturmbannfuhrer Kramer away from her and ripped the gun out of his hand.  She turned to where Price was crouched and fired at him.  A blue-tipped dart spiraled through the air at Price, but it passed through thin air.  Price was gone.    
     
    Amelie turned to her left and fired again, into nothingness.  The dart sailed toward a brick wall just as Price appeared in time to catch its barbed tip in the shoulder.  He ripped the dart out and disappeared.     
     
    Amelie turned and fired repeatedly into the crowd of sonderkommandos gathered on the platform.  They shouted in confusion and dove for cover to escape the gunshots. 
     
    Price appeared in front of them, staggering forward with a chest full of the darts.  He reached for the