He carefully folds it again, putting it into a pocket for disposal. The bullet he offers to her, either for a souvenir or to toss away - whichever she wants.
"Not really a trick, but one of many tools in the fight against evil."
But he nods, reaching into a jacket pocket.
"Then no time to chat, right now. Here." He hands it over, bending with a sigh to retrieve his case. "You'll find instructions there, on how to escape Bucharest unseen. In essence, a chicken truck. But the driver is trustworthy." His grandfather owed Van Helsing his life, after all. "From there, the rail lines will get you as far as Luxembourg."
He tips his hat to her.
"Meet me in Cherbourg in a week, at the address listed there. Oh, and make sure to destroy that note, hmm?" 'Address' was a misnomer - manor was more like it. But the upside to lurking in France was there were old buildings simply everywhere, that nobody ever thought to pay attention to.
One week. Should be enough time for her to convince her fellows, whether she comes alone or with them.
"If you're wondering why," he said, as he started to turn away, his face shaded by the street light, "I'll say this: there are many secrets I have to share with you. And between us, we will destroy Dracula forever. A good night to you, Ms. McNiven."
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Date: 17 Jul 2020 00:52 (UTC)"Not really a trick, but one of many tools in the fight against evil."
But he nods, reaching into a jacket pocket.
"Then no time to chat, right now. Here." He hands it over, bending with a sigh to retrieve his case. "You'll find instructions there, on how to escape Bucharest unseen. In essence, a chicken truck. But the driver is trustworthy." His grandfather owed Van Helsing his life, after all. "From there, the rail lines will get you as far as Luxembourg."
He tips his hat to her.
"Meet me in Cherbourg in a week, at the address listed there. Oh, and make sure to destroy that note, hmm?" 'Address' was a misnomer - manor was more like it. But the upside to lurking in France was there were old buildings simply everywhere, that nobody ever thought to pay attention to.
One week. Should be enough time for her to convince her fellows, whether she comes alone or with them.
"If you're wondering why," he said, as he started to turn away, his face shaded by the street light, "I'll say this: there are many secrets I have to share with you. And between us, we will destroy Dracula forever. A good night to you, Ms. McNiven."