[Sodium_noir] Back to the store/enter a man in black

[eugene mcfadden]

>Titus, Two-Tone, Rachel
>Two Lasombras and a Gangrel
>Suzy Wongs
>
> >Titus drummed his fingers on the bar top.  Thoughts raced through his 
>head.
>
> >' Right, you,' he pointed at the barman, ' make a list in English of all 
>the
> >people motionned I this damn text,' Titus placed his note pad and pen on 
>the
> >table and gestured for the bartender to get to it.
>
>With a gulp, the barman rushed to obey. As he hurried to write his tongue 
>appeared several times as he tried to moisten his mouth.
>
>
> >He turned to Rachel, ' Ring Panic, tell him you have something for him,
> >bring this damn thing to him,' he tapped the manuscript, on the way to 
>him,
> >stop in at an all night photocopy place and photocopy the damn thing.  
>Make
> >two copies, just in case, we may need them.  Tell him it's a a gift from 
>the
> >new Khan.  All the information that Akrill had on him.'
>
><"Titus Khan?"> the voice is loud and clear. <"A most fitting promotion for 
>the Templar!"> At first the Lasombra thought it had been spoken aloud, but 
>when nobody else in the room reacted, he realised it was in his head.
>
>The door opens and a shadowed man hobbles in. His coat billows and his 
>shoulders are hunched giving him an all too feral gait. Beneath the coat he 
>wears a hooded top to cover his misshapen skull and ravaged face but once 
>he lifts his gaze to Titus, the Nosferatu's visage is all too clear.
>
>Titus had, in the length of his career, found it necessary to hold a few 
>people out of a moving car and introduce their faces to the road as it sped 
>by underneath them.
>
>They'd all looked a damn sight better than this lick after the experience!
>
>"My Khan!" the creature said with a halting bow and perhaps an amused look 
>on what remained of its face. "Greetings from the Warren and the true 
>Sabbat of the undercity. Might I crave a moment of your time on a matter 
>concerning your new domain?"

There were some things in life that Titus really hated; and having someone 
pop thoughts into his head was definitely one of them.

And then there was this new comer, a relation to his little mental intruder? 
  Still, best to play the game and sort it out later.

Titus stood and gestured to the chair next to him, ' I always have time for 
the Warren, my promotion has yet ot change me too much. How may I assisst my 
True Brethren?'

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