323 Side Story: The Guardian (7): Roman Goldfinger

The smell of energy cores were quite distinct and choking, but especially so for a vampire with their intense sense of smell. Kodak hated playing the waiting game, especially since he was going to be killing people in a few moments, however he didn't have much of a choice, not if he wanted his ambush to work.

There was a chill in the air as the temperature dropped, and the smell of wet earth filled his nose. The wind picked up speed as the rumbling sound of thunder blasted out of the rain filled crowds. This night was bound to be a cold one, and really long to. Kodak was perched on top of his ship, his eyes directly over the entrance of the docking bay as he waited for his trap to be sprung.