Two Kindred had approached the club to make contact with someone who can shed light upon the drug trade. Now two Kindred - one very different than the first that had approached - converge upon their target, Carlos P. Carlos P. is working as a valet, about to end his shift. The Knight of the Thorned Wreath has approached in his vehicle, ready to take them away for a more private conversation. Jennifer fixes Carlos with an expectant look.
Two Kindred are fixed upon Carlos P.; who no doubt is oblivious. The club is about to close and the time to make contact is now.
"I need to speak with you, Carlos. You're business here is under threat."
Jennifer approaches Carlos as bold as brass, walking up to him at the second that he is alone and immersing himself in his phone. Nothing she says is loud, but spoken with quiet confidence.
"You see your mistake, don't you? No? We should speak. Clock out and meet me over there."
Jennifer indicates the shadow strewn parking lot where her car waits and where the Knight can approach in his car without needing to attract the other valets notice.
Jennifer leads in, lowering her voice.
"It's best that you hear this now so you can get the others in line. Too much of this sloppy work will attract more notice to you. Trust me, that would be bad."
Everything she is saying is true and so she speaks calmly, looking Carlos in the eye. She seeks him to meet hers.
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