Lightning ripped across the sky illuminating the vampire’s castle. Outside stood four monster-hunters.
They were a media-savvy group containing the perfect mix of personality types to hopefully pick up a favorable news story or maybe a primetime TV show deal. There was the smart, tough old guy, the hot-head, the comic-relief, and the obligatory girl.
The old man sighed, “This will be a tough fight.”
“No problem,” said the hot-head, “I’ll use my stake!”
“Stakes don’t work against robot vampires!”
“A vam-bot-pire!? I didn’t think those existed!” whined the obligatory girl.
“I’ll wait for you guys out here,” said the comic-relief.

