[Sodium_noir] FW: Mortals & Ghouls at play in Darktown

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Antoine, Onitt
Ghouls
Den of Ogoun

Antoine leaned on a table in the groundfloor apartment and talked to
Titus on the phone. "Hm, probably would be good to check any cheap motel
in this town, the guy needs to lay his head somewhere. And maybe give a
notice to the police 'bout this guy. Even they would be able to spot
someone like that guy. Won't matter much in Downtown, but it could close
Uptown for him. And if I were him, that would be were I would go to
hide. Leave Family territory. But if the cops chase him, he'll have to
turn to Downtown again. Right into your arms."

Onitt leaned at the doorframe, crossed his arms and waited for Antoine
to finish. Maybe some action would still come up tonight. "Aye, I'll tap
the cops, you keep your eyes out." Titus replied, then hang up. Antoine
looked irritated at the phone. What a fucking bastard. Somehow reminded
him of Maurice. He looked at Onitt and dialed Marv's number again. "Hi.
It's Antoine." He cut Marv's reply short. "I want you to go and keep an
eye out for that idiot Titus Bane is interested in." He again cut Marv's
response. "I don't give a fucking shit what you want. *I* want you to
spread out and watch out for that bike fuck, okay. He's marked." -
"Don't give me no fucking buts. Or your butt will be on the line, kay?
You wanna see the wicker throne again or have a nice chat with the
Bêtenoir?" He listened to Marv's answer and grinned. "Thought so. And
now you will spread out and look out for that guy. And with look out I
mean going into every fucking shop or damn pub or shitty motel or cheap
barebreasted dancing club. And not lounging around a few paces from your
current position and lounging the night away." He nodded, while
listening to Marv's reply. "And you don't just stay in the ghetto,
spread out into Neon City, the fucking cardboard place and everything
between Little Italy and Chinatown, got me?" - "And tell the other
posses, too. Tonight you guys play hide and seek and you are the
seekers. If you see that guy, don't you dare to do something stupid. You
go and call the Den, keep that idiot observed and wait for further
instructions. We wait for your call. Bye."

Antoine hung up. Onitt raised an eyebrow. "Anything going on?" Antoine
sighed. "Yeah. Titus Bane wants that biker guy real bad. Sounded like he
wanted him to chain to his bike and drive him over the streets of Gotham
until the fuck's skin peels off. I have ordered the posses to go and
look out for him." Onitt nodded. "What about the Children?" - "They
deserve their rest and free night after last week and tonight's
celebration. And I won't deny them that, not for a little fuck like that
sword guy. Not even if Titus Bane wants him. He'll get him anyway,
sooner or later." Onitt nodded then said: "Well, but it sounds like fun.
Making a tour of the city. Brake some bones of a biker with a sword..."
Antoine went out of the apartment and told Onitt: "Well, if you want,
take Dédé and Jaleel and go on some hunting." Onitt's face broke in a
wide grin.

Muteke was still drawing in the other apartment. "Hey, Muteke." Antoine
said. The boy turned around and looked at the Mescaline. "You keep phone
watch tonight. If someone calls, because of that biker with a sword, you
wake me immidiatly." Muteke nodded and took the Den's phone. Antoine
left that apartment and found Onitt making ready to leave. "Have fun."
He called after him and went up to his own rooms in the Den. Damn, he
was tired as hell. Still, there was one thing to do. He dialed Maurice's
number.

[TBC partly in the Saturday in Darktown thread and partly here]