Even Old Mao, who had taken the espionage route, employed the method of his "spy" identity being accidentally exposed by a "bystander," followed by a heated argument after ripping off his mask.
In short, each team had set up a grand performance for today's operation: after such a long buildup, today was to be the climax and the perfect curtain fall.
Inside the territory, each Vampire had turned into an ordinary little turtle, each tied with a thin vine, lifted up to become six little turtle trinkets.
Their will as Vampires had temporarily vanished, leaving only their instincts as turtles.
Being tied up in their shells was uncomfortable, but their futile struggle only involved flailing limbs, and then they would just give up and lie there, tucked into their shells.
Now, only Sharon at Bruce Tavern and that Vampire named Jeffrey remained.
