Justin sat, clicking away on his laptop- typing up the latest report. Only one whore devoured this time to keep his partners health in check-- and they took down a couple of nasty little demons. Malicious paintings that liked to come out of their frames at night. It had been messy-- but less so than it would have been had they not taken care of it. "Kristopher," the exorcist glanced over his shoulder, "About how many hours would you say it took us to finish this job?" he asked. "Seven?" He paused in his clicking to get an answer from his friend. They had worked along side one another for the better part of six years now. In that time, he'd never seen the vampire over indulge-- he took what he needed. Partly, he assumed, because he knew if he ever did get out of hand, Justin would take him out. In the same way-- any vampire assignments that came their way, Justin would always allow the killing blow to be dished out by Kristopher. It was an odd, but working relationship between the two. He turned back to his computer when it 'ping'ed indignantly at him for accidentally holding down the space bar. "Hm... Stupid thing." Justin muttered, backspacing to enter in their time. Though the two were an unorthodox pair, their work was second to none. They had taken out everything from poltergeists to hell hounds. And yet-- Justin still lost every-time he stepped up against technology. The computer buzzed and the screen flickered before turning blue. "Damn it! Really? I almost finished that report too." He swore, slamming the laptop shut. He sighed in frustration, turning once more to face his red eyed friend. "So, drinks?" He asked, standing up, grabbing his coat. They were in Germany tonight, and Justin for one would rather spend the rest of the evening with a beer in hand, as opposed to wrestling with the laptop some more. The hotel room they were in was drab and dark, with black out curtains hanging from the windows to keep out the morning sun. He wore a belt with a gun, a few flasks of holy water, and a small pocket bible-- two silver knives in each boot and a second gun on a simple latch on holster next to the first. He had a wiry frame, quick build that lacked sheer muscle-- but made up for it in stamina. He would leave the face bashing to his friend while he would work form a distance.