"This is not an acceptable situation. The Rev'rend must be delt with before he can do that. But we cannot make him a martyr." Conner says. "How many of our people does the Rev'rend have? And do we know who?" Conner asked looking from the mole to his partners.
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Thomas' face tightens slightly at the news and his hands grips the handles of the bags. With his vigor abilities added to his own natural strength it was a good thing that the bag handles were plastic. For a second a look of utter frustration is apparent on his face as he considers the implications of the information Mole had just revealed.
He holds his tongue, knowing that if he spoke it would be a string of profanity against this whole goddamn situation and not anything constructive. Conner had asked the questions and Deputy Thomas was content to wait for an answer from Mole. In the mean time he focused on keeping his head clean and clear.
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As Sunshine stirs the dresses around with a long claw, Mole slaps at the big red blister.
"I told him."
Leaves rustle as Mole shakes his head. "Two, but could be topsider liesss. Maybe only one."
Then, so softly that only those using Auspex can hear, Mole speaks to Sunshine again.
"He said maybe we helps."
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Anton's weathered face becomes the picture of cold fury as the demands are relayed to the deputies. The Haunt tosses the gym bag down to the ground alongside the others, filled with batteries, a radio and a couple of dresses.
Amelita Cardoso|Striking Looks •• (Curvez)|Presence ••• (Miss Thang)|"So how do we get in?" Conner asked growing tired of the Gruesome twosome and feeling the need to stab something.
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Thomas gently placed the bags on the ground before Mole and Sunshine. He takes a good look at both of his fellow Deputies and then at the other two Kindred. Given what happened back at the Train Car, Sunshine would more than likely attack Anton looking for Revenge. He and Greyson could focus on the mole, one facing the Kindred up and the other flanking the slimy little fucker.
Oh course that was just a worst possible situation. There was still time for the second worst possible situation to play itself out.
"So did you speak with this Reverend? Is there a time and place he wishes to meet at?"
He thinks for a second.
"Your assistance in this matter will be remembered."
Carrot.
And instead of the stick, the Trio of Deputies had knives. Same Difference right?
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"Remebered. Merde ember," the Mole muttered. Maybe he was suggesting that topsider gratitude was worth about as much as a flaming pile of shit.
"Spokes with his lieutenant says we have three hours."
The beady eyes shift back to Conner and his original question.
"Maybe... can show you sewer access inside Squattaville."
There's a hint of a question; whether he's questioning the decision or fishing for a bribe is unclear.
Sunshine continues to examine the dresses.
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Thomas pulls out his phone and sends a quick text. This might happen tonight and if it did they'd need more than just the three of them to pull it off.
Or if they all died (again), someone else needed to know what the hell was happening.
"Where is the place that you set up the meeting? I would like to scout that location before the meeting." Conner said.
"First we take out the Rev'rend. Then we need to be shown a way in so we can get our people. It would be against our charter to leave them in the hands of the enemy." Conner looks to his partners for confirmation and agreement.
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Master and Blaster agree, and lead the three Deputies into the dark.
End Scene
Narration will follow.
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