The Federal Shadow Guard Headquarters occupied twelve floors of a building that had been designed specifically to intimidate.
Black granite facade, bulletproof windows, and enough security measures.
The structure rose from the heart of the capital district like a monolithic finger pointed at the sky, its shadow falling across government buildings and corporate towers.
Inside, the top floor conference room, round a large table, sat twenty-three other colonels, each representing a different metropolitan area in the ongoing war against vampire infiltration.
At the head of the table sat General Harrison Blackwood, a man who'd been fighting supernatural threats since before most of the colonels in the room had learned to walk.
Seventy-three years old, completely bald except for a ring of steel-gray hair around his skull.
