[Prelude]
Industrial zip ties. Rope. Chains. Padlocks. Industrial shrink-wrap for pallets. A bed frame. Head tied firmly in place so that it couldn't be turned. Arnold or Konstantin couldn't have freed themselves from this -- Asa doubted this rather average-looking fellow could. It had been two nights since Asa had dragged the body to this old storage closet, free of unwanted eyes or ears. Pushing the Blood into his body, he removed the stake, and waited for the other Kindred to Rise.
He sat patiently in an chair, reading the reviews of the Philadelphia pre-season game.
So they let Vick play.
As the man roused, Asa looked at his torso, and spoke. "Please don't try to use any Gifts -- I'll just re-stake you and we'll keep trying this over and over until you can't be roused except by Blood."
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