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Bobby Singer (notditchable) wrote in utr_logs,

Bobby liked the idea of him not havin' to be bait. Even if it was at the expense of someone else. He was confident enough that the two of them would be able to take out two bloodsuckers easily enough. They'd been up against worse odds than that.

The first one was down with a garrote that John had in his pocket. Bobby didn't have anything as flashy as that. Hell... he didn't even have a blade on him. What he did have was his gun, packed with salt of all things. It'd just piss off the last vamp more than anything else. At least it'd give John enough time to go in for the kill.

He shot three rounds into the back of the vamp as it turned to run the opposite way down the alley. With that it turned and started charging right at him. Bobby said, "Remember Tulsa?" With that John threw one end of the garrote at Bobby and he caught it. They both simultaneously took three steps forward into the vamp's run. It went head first into the zip line cutting it's own head off and dusting.

From the other end of the alley the dealer shouted. "What the hell was that?"