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?