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Jack Talbot disembarked from his flight to Bistrita. His contact, Grigori, was in the baggage claim area. “Ah, Jack!” said the large Rumanian with a walrus-like smile in his accented English. “It is good to see you again. I trust your flight went well?” “Well enough,” said Jack with a nod. “The car is waiting,” said Grigori. Later, as they were driving around the countryside, Grigori spoke. “So, Jack, what exactly is it that brings you to Bistrita?” “I was invited by the Baroness Carmilla von Sanguine,” Jack explained. Grigori’s eyes widened. Stepping hard on the brake, he turned to Jack. “The Baroness von Sanguine?!” he exclaimed. Jack nodded. “The very same. Why? Is something wrong?” Grigori had paled significantly. “But, Jack…the Baroness is a vampire!” “You don’t say,” said Jack, arching a brow. “Yes, I do say!” argued Grigori. “And what is more, she is in league with Dr. Prometheus and Nitocris!” “Who the hell are they?” asked Jack. He had never