Victor had been listening in closely, timing each step. When they got close he pulled the pin on a handmade flash bag grenade. It was mostly normal, designed to detonate on impact. It's unique feature was a separate compartment containing a small vial of holy water. ~
A voice rang out, haughty and very poshly feminine. βGhastly weather tonight. The car is close by, yes?β It asked. The distinctive clicks of heels against concrete were pairing with the sounds of rainfall, and other shoes scrapping against the ground. βVery close, maβam.β +