The only reason Nikita gave two shits about her men dying was because she didn't feel like hauling all the suitcases on her own. That was why they were there, after all. She didn't care if they were the fastest vampires around, just as long as they could handle a gun, which they could, but the whole dodging bullets thing was still hard for them grasp, which also now explained why she was down to two men. Oh well, she could get replacements in a day or two. Men were to be used like tissues anyways, so she expected them to die at some point. As long as she didn't die, Nikita didn't care.
"Then what are you waiting for, darling? Don't you finally want me dead? You have a good enough aim, so it's a shame you're putting those bullets to waste," Nikita called out, her words taunting Missy as she watched the blonde make a break for it into the storage room. Not this was going to be interesting. At least now she had a moment to recompose herself somewhat and assess the situation. She picked up a few more guns that were scattered about, particularly the pair of uzis and the single desert eagle that were lying by the suitcases. After stocking up on her toys and ammo, she slid them into her trenchcoat and looked on over to the two stooges she had left.
"You, call up the mansion and have reinforcements come. Locked and loaded, mind you. And you, come with me." As one of the men whipped out his cellphone to make an SOS call, Nikita dragged the other poor soul on over to the door Missy had busted into. She had no idea where Missy had gone off to in there, but Nikita was determined to gun this bitch down. Hell, she had plenty of ammo to burn, unlike their time in New York. "Have a little gift for you, love!" She called out while kicking the down down and aimlessly chucked another grenade into the storage area. Once the explosion went off, she shoved the other vampire in first, hoping to use the moron as a meat shield.