[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 stood and gestured to the chair next to him, ' I always have time 
>for
> >the Warren, my promotion has yet to change me too much. How may I assisst 
>my
> >True Brethren?'
>
>The man slid himself into the seat offered and sighed heavily.
>
>"I hope that it is we who can assist you Titus." he replied thoughtfully. 
>"I bring news of an interesting encounter one of my Pack had barely half an 
>hour ago in Chinatown. He was out on a hunt, accompanied by a neonate, not 
>yet tested in times of war. While they hunted the juice, another hunted 
>them. Someone who had experience killing the Children of Caine it seems. A 
>strange mortal with some of the blood in him, some of the edge to his 
>moves. Came off the roof, killed the bitch real quick. One less maw to 
>feed, but still one of the Uglies." the Nosferatu smiled, a rictus grin 
>through a wrecked mouth. "My .. compadre, he was all invisibled up and 
>watched it from the sidelines. No point helping a lick who can't help 
>himself I guess. But once this bitch was ash, our boy follows the juicebag 
>across town. Had a mighty fine set of wheels, two to be correct, and he was 
>out of there like the devil himself was on his tail." he slides a piece of 
>paper across the table.
>
>"The devil's got nuthin on our boy tho. Real cold bastard, likes to play 
>with his food. This here's the licence plate and a description of his ride. 
>All mirrored chrome 'n' shit this bike was apparently. Our boy, he wants to 
>know what you want done about this juice bag hunter? That's why he didn't 
>just off the fucker, said you'd want to give the word as the thing went 
>down in your burg."

Titus heard it out.

Titus looked at the note.

Titus looked real mean, digging down deep for that extra FUCK YOU scariness.

Titus fixed ol` Mr Nossie with his meanest look.

' No one fucks with the Sabbat on my turf.'  He stood, ' I'll deal with 
this, let it be known that no one fucks with us... consider his set of 
wheels to be compensation to the Warren.  Where'd this little shit be seen 
last?'

(insert reply)

Titus turned to Rachel, slipping the note pad away from the bartender and 
takingawuick sneak before pocketing it,  ' Rach, you cool with contacting 
our Pimp friend?'

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