Excerpt from Slayer Team Alpha

Biker number two stopped in front of the men's room and stood, arm's folded, blocking the door. "So much for R and R." Jonathon said, getting up and heading for the head. Once there, the Hell's Angel wanna be put his hand up in a stopping gesture.

"Bathroom is closed." he said.

Jonathon tried to walk around him but the biker moved to block his way. "You don't hear too good. I said it's closed."

"Listen mate." the SAS man said. "I'm going to do you a favor and let you move out of my way. I'm going in there, through you if necessary. You don't want that, so do be a good chap and move."

Bikers have a reputation for being good street fighters. Most, however; do not have the necessary skills to take on a highly trained special forces operative one on one. This guy was no exception.

The punch he threw might as well have come from China the way he telegraphed it. Jonathon easily side stepped it, countering with a thumb strike to the armpit and kick to the knee. The biker went down, baring it's fangs. Jonathon pulled his silver boot knife and rammed it under the monster's solar plexus and up into it's heart. Thankfully it was not on quicksilver, immediately it turned to dust.

He put his knife away and pulled his gun from beneath his shirt. He hit the door hard weapon drawn. The room was a mess. The mirror was shattered, the hand dryer was on the floor, and a trail of blood led to the handicapped stall. The door to the stall was ripped half off and hung from one hinge. Through the opening he could see two figures wrestling. The biker was on top.

"I'm only going to say this once." Jonathon said. "I have a fifty caliber Desert Eagle, filled with silver tipped, hollow points, aimed at your back. Slowly, get off the terrorist and turn around. If I don't get to kill him neither do you."

The vampire released the Irishman and stood up. Slowly he turned around hands in the air. "You should just let me kill him. You're all dead anyway, my brother's will be here any minute. You'll never be able to get us all."

"Thanks for the warning." the Englishman said. He squeezed the trigger and the fifty caliber round obliterated the things head. Even a vamp hopped up on Q wouldn't be able to withstand decapitation by Desert Eagle.