Resolution

The **** on the regular town began at 0600 three days later. Three elite Vatican squads, supported by the National Guard and the BPRD agents moved into town from three different directions.

First contact with the monsters took place at the school. The Vatican lost eighty men, nine tanks and three choppers before being able to retake the grounds. The last of the vampires, Gabriela, turned into a Master by Summer two nights before, was taken to the inquisitor in charge, schackled.

“God, whose nature is ever merciful and forgiving, accept our prayer that this servant of yours, bound by the fetters of sin, may be pardoned by your loving kindness” the inquisitor started.

Gabriela, despite knowing that she was doomed, decided to have some fun with the priest.

“You have lost you filthy son of a bitch, I am no longer a servant of your spiteful god, I am my own Master and serve only the dark one.”

“Depart, then, impious one, depart, accursed one, depart with all your deceits, for God has willed that man should be His temple” the inquisitor continued.

“Your mom sucks cocks in hell you pathetic excuse for a man...”

Gabriela, quite proud for her pop culture reference, was staked, beheaded and left in the sun to burn.

Nine hundred civilians were killed during this first part of the operation.

“Acceptable loses,” the Cardinal said.

Second contact did not go so well. When the Eternicinc offices were assaulted, a whole squad was taken out before the other two could be recalled to mount a second offensive. At the end of the second day, Elizabeth, now a Master, was taken to the inquisitor in charge for her own exorcism. She too did have some fun with the old man before being staked, beheaded and left to burn in the sun.

The civilian casualties mounted to six thousand by the end of the night.

The Vatican forces were in shambles and it was decided that the BPRD and the National Guard would be integrated into the offensive **** for the last ****. The Cardinal was not a big fan of the decision and he worded his worries to the pope himself. The Supreme Pontiff of the Universal Church told him to shut the fuck up and do his job. The cardinal gave the order to launch the last **** on the suburbs of the regular town.

After six days of urban guerrilla that left the attacking forces drained, the vampires and their watchers mounted a counter offensive on the human HQ outside of town. Not a soul survived.

In his last message to the Holy Father the cardinal told his superior to recommend the crusaders souls to god and initiate the Lot protocol.

Or so the pope told afterwards because the exact contents of the message stored in the secret Vatican archives ran more in the lines of:

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Beginning of transmission

“Francis, you son of whore, I had told you that three squads was far from sufficient and when things went south you denied me my reinforcements, you left my men to die, if I ever meet you again, in this life or the next, I promise you I will ... what the hell are you doing here?”

“Well hello there... You must be the prick in charge...”

“Vade retro Satanas, in the name of our lord...”

“Don’t waste your breath old man... I’m jewish...”

Screams, panting, moans...

End of transmission

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The Lot protocol had been used seven times on American soil since the invention of the bomb. Three of these instances followed the taking over of a town by the Sinclairs.

The president of the United States wipes the ketchup from the edge of his mouth and makes the call. He has been told that this was a drill as his advisor on Paranormal matters did not thought he was trustworthy or intelligent enough to learn the truth about the war on vampires launched by JFK on August 5th 1962.

Nine days after the beginning of the offensive, by morning first lights, a stealth bomber drops a tactical nuclear device on the regular town. Twenty five seconds later, a bright flash of light engulfs the war zone killing in the process nearly fifty thousand humans and two dozen thralls that had remained behind to slow the Vatican offensive and give the rest of the vampires the time to flee.

At the exact same moment, a few hundred miles east, the Sinclairs drive up the ramp to the highway that will take them to the big city hosting Eternico’s headquarters. In the back of the black hearse, their new body guards, Olivia and Shirley enjoy the view and the perspective of their new unlife.