Revenge is Priceless 4 Priceless

[Seryna]

Earlier today

As the plan hinges on deploying the Corral tactic for the first time in the field, Michael, Sam and Tal take the time to teach Simon how to corral a monster to somewhere beneficial to the cell. A more private area for decapitating a werewolf, for example. Alistair Smith, the new addition to the cell, has taken it upon himself to protect your identities by performing a disguise make over during your preparation stage. Alistair loans Sam a very nice, very expensive suit. One can just imagine the impression Sam will be making within Priceless.


Priceless
Midnight

The sound of laughter trails in the parking lot as a group of tipsy girlfriends traverse the parking lot, guided like goslings by the designated driver. The sound of the car turning over marks the strike of midnight. A group of people who look very different than the cell who met last night make peace with themselves. Priceless is in full swing, the sounds of loud music pounding out when the door swings open. People move in pairs or small groups into the club, an occasional group calls it a night and melts towards their cars. There are small moments where the parking lot is empty save for yourselves.


The cell had explored the downtown area and have found an alley way behind Alberto's Mexican restaurant. It is about a three minute sprint from Priceless through the parking lot of a bar and a restaurant that is closed. The alley is relatively deserted, although the sounds of people drift by as they navigate Fast Food alley some ways to the right.

Tonight is the night.

To whoever enters Priceless
As you step into the bar, you are offered a flier for something called 'Razor Kids'. "They're going to be here Saturday!" Someone squeals in delight, snatching a flier. Within seconds, the ecstatic young woman is keying it into her social media. The club is playing something fast that sounds vaguely like a rock and roll song. You note that the D.J. is working the tracks quickly, encouraged by a throng of energetic young dancers on the floor. Seeking your quarry, you dismiss half a dozen pretty brunettes.

There she is. The monster with the pretty face sits at a round table with a man in a dark grey suit. He has a large frame, yet his face is terribly alarming. It is creased with scar tissue, only deep blue burning eyes glare out. The man glares around the room and departs the table, moving towards the darkness. Vanessa sits alone, tapping one foot to the beat of the music. She wears a stunning short red dress, her make up perfectly applied for sultry. Her eyes flick around the room.

Hunting?

[Cabochard]

Helene parks Rob's car in the Priceless parking lot, close enough to the exit of the lot to make a quick exit plausible. Her backpack is in the back seat, holding her laptop, and her gun sits in the storage compartment between the two front seats. Her phone is in the driver's side cup-holder, fully charged and ready to go. She breathes in and out, tapping her hands against the steering wheel, a nervous grin on her face. She turns partway to whoever else is in this particular car. "So, this is it, huh? Time to get this done!"

[Seryna]

The dance floor is a mess of glitter lotion and extremely long eyelashes fluttering at same, courtesy of cosmetics. Alistair's suit may have something to do with it. Sam finds a petite blonde with dramatic, over done make up dancing beside him. She wears a snug black dress and elaborately designed nails in red with black spiders webs.

"This is Razor Kids!' She shouts over the music to Sam. "You like?"

The blonde is confident in her dancing, appearing relaxed; yet somewhat cool. You do not recognize this 'Razor Kids' but it seems to romanticize listening to someone's heart beat in a dark, angry at your dad sort of way.

As Sam dances, someone brushes past him. The man that moves by him has purposely altered his course to interfere with Samael. The man glances at Sam, wearing an expression of indifference. Yet as your eyes meet, you see something there. Something almost predatory. It seems that Sam's bloodline went more than skin deep. The man pauses in front of Samael. Now that the strobe light brightens momentarily, Sam recognizes the larger man with the scarred face who had been sitting with Vanessa earlier. The man seems to be giving Sam an opportunity to address him. Should Sam confront the man or continue to try and dance?

The blonde glances at the man. He doesn't look at her, but she shies away when the light reflects off of his face. Sam can still talk to her, but she turns her head away from the scarred man. Every now and then, she discreetly glances over her shoulder at him.


Outside
Several minutes pass. To those waiting outside, how do they pass the time?

"You're excited.' Rob noted, sounding surprised.
"Id rather be waiting with Alistair." Rob admitted, sounding moody. Perhaps he wasn't pleased to be sidelined.

"So whats your gig?" He asked Helene a question, but he stared at the entrance to the club.

[Cabochard]

Helene keeps tapping nervously on the steering wheel. "Not so much excited as...nervous, I guess. I'm not used to doing this with a group. It's usually just me, you know? Me and a laptop and every idiot for a mile's cameras." She blinks at Rob. "Honestly, I'd rather be somewhere else, monitoring everything remotely. Not too good in a fight, really. Kinda useless in the action."

"What do you mean, gig?"