"Ow," he groaned, rubbing his throbbing skull. "Son of a—"
"Get up," Eugene barked, looming over him.
Jacques hauled himself into a sitting position, wincing. "Couldn't you just wake me up the normal way?"
Eugene snorted, scratching his stubbled chin. "What normal way? I don't know what you're talking about."
"Nevermind," Jacques waved him off. "Why'd you wake me up?"
Eugene jerked his thumb toward the window. "It's our target. Mr. Vampire. He's moving."
"What?" Jacques scrambled to his feet, peering out. Sure enough, Lucien was climbing into a hover-limo. "Shit, we should follow him."
"No shit, sherlock."