Forest
"If it's really something that dangerous, it's not a matter for amateurs who got somehow into graces of my successors. Enforcers are meant to deal with explicitly supernatural threats. I will inform them about this and send the nearest available person they deem to be able to handle this," the rent-a-cop said.
She was aware of people on the second floor pointing guns at them as the guard called the Enforcers.
Wait. She had a connection like that to call on from the start?
Forest winced as she heard that thought. I'm not used to having a connection, and it's kind of a paltry thing. Not to mention 90% of them distrust me because I'm a vampire or write me off because I have a vagina. You try being a female vampire with a conscience . . . She thought, her own ire rising. She didn't bother shielding the thought and took a deep, unneeded breath.
"You unloaded a bloody clip into my partner, he walks away pretty much unscathed, and you call us amateurs? Not to mention in the front of the hospital. You could have missed, and then what? Look, we're here. Let us in and so what if we lose? We're pretty much disposable, right? While we're acting as a distraction the lot of you can help start getting the patents and the staff out while the Big Guns take their sweet arse time getting here. Especially that surgeon," Forest said, hoping that the asshole surgeon trope was universal.