It's Finished

Tucker was bloodthirsty after the attack. He finished the hack and found where the signal originated. He found the base of operations. York's official headquarters. He stayed up for a couple of days. He couldn't sleep anyway so he made good use out of his time.

He had the address and satellite images. He had blueprints of several buildings and warehouses and phone numbers of all York's contacts. First and last names and where they lived. He was out for blood. They were all going to pay.

Tucker took all of his information to Byron and knocked on the bedroom door. No answer. He looked in and no one was there. He rushed to the office. Malcolm was on the phone and Byron was talking to someone else on a different phone. They were working late too. Byron looked up and motioned for him to come in.

Tucker sat with his files and papers sticking out in no particular order. He rubbed his face and waited. Byron hung up and Malcolm was still talking. He looked around. "I'll call back by noon tomorrow." He hung up.

Byron took over. "Tucker?"

"I found that prick's hideout. I found him and I'm sorry it's late!" Tucker wasn't talking about the hour. He wished he had finished this before.

"No one blames you, Tucker. Don't. This wasn't your fault. None of it." Byron sighed. He hoped Tucker listened.

Tucker nodded. "Here is..." He stood and unloaded all the files on the desk. "Blueprints, satellite images, addresses and more names. I found a few vampires that were in league with York and I have their addresses and possible locations. Warehouses and such. It's all in here. Over three states. Probably more."

"Brilliant!" Byron smiled a proud smile.

"Tucker is very good." Malcolm smiled. He was proud of his brother.

"I'm pretty awesome!" Tucker wiped a tear. He couldn't stop them either. Byron hugged him until Tucker backed up. He just nodded.

"Any time. Tucker." Byron caught his eye. "I mean it."

Tucker nodded. He cleared his throat. "So, what now?"

"We get to go hunting!" Byron's eyes were yellow.

"Hell yes!" Malcolm was ready. "When?"

"Call Val."

Malcolm pressed a button on his phone and within seconds Val was there.

Val walked in. "Are we ready?" He was.

"Are you okay to hunt?" Byron was worried.

"Fuck yes!" Val smiled. "I'm fine. All healed. Adam's better too."

"Good. Get the hunters together and they can head out in the morning." Byron wanted to go. "I'm staying. I have things to finish here and Trish to take care of." He hated that he couldn't watch Malcolm hunt. He knew that would be a sexy sight.