(Travelling Wizards) Home delivery

[Matamune]

Moonfang , Crafty Cultist , Wolven Pryde

After Luke and Roderick were done the previous night, there was barely enough time to come back to the city, stash away the car Anabella had rented, and get to safety to pass the long summer hours dominated by the Daystar. They drove in a hurry, moved in a hurry and even rested in what seemed like a hurry. However, as they left the clearing where the shooting and the latter trade took place, they both heard something that sounded suspiciously like wings flapping and what felt like a Beastly bird of prey quickly passed them by.

Tonight they return to the Nox with the list. Dillon Connery's office awaits where the Reeve and his Deputy are poring over maps of Sacramento, establishing patrol routes.

The doctor is drawing lines with a ruler and a pencil, talking to the Reeve, erasing them and then drawing new ones. They seem pretty busy.

[Moonfang]

Night was drawing close to an end and as Roderick descended the stairs, he took mental note to find a place to bunk within the relative safety of the Field. For now, he concerned himself with the list he kept inside his coat pocket, in what used to hold his Glock. His weapons were placed in their usual hiding place for now.

He moved quickly, heading for the Reeve's office. While Redfill was the head of the operation, Roderick had lost faith in his ability to lead the operation. So, he had hoped to find the Reeve to be more co-operative in what Roderick wanted the next move to be. Standing outside his door, Roderick ensured his attire was straight before giving the barrier several knocks, speaking soon after, "Roderick Pearson, reporting in."

[Michael Redfill]

Hearing the knock, Michael looks up from the map to Dillon ( Michael Redfill ):

"Ah, that must be the people coming back from the Ember investigation and document retrieval, I'll let them in", the doctor walks up to the door and opens it, - "Please, come in".

He is still in his patrol clothes: heavy, somewhat dirty leather with multiple subtle marks of combat. A dent here, a small tear there. The doctor himself looks like someone who's been working non-stop for a while: aware and combat-ready posture assumed subconsciously, fiery eyes, no excess movements.

He's been busy.

[Moonfang]

Goddamn that's annoying. The moment the door opened, it was like getting hit with a mac truck of bricks as the Beastly Energies surged outward and clashed on his own Beast, sending it into a fury. Not a full on Frenzy thankfully, he managed to keep his feet firmly on the carpet as he waited for the initial surge to ease up. Just hold steady until it becomes easier. Any moment now...

Shit.

As apposed to his hopes, the Beast wasn't going to it's normal submissive mode. Nor was it actively attempting to run now. Instead, a problem he had been facing in minor occasions before was rearing it's ugly head. Rather than being afraid of the energies, it was now attempting to counter them. Barking back and snarling in return to the overwhelming force before it. Worse yet, it was reminding him of the fact that no reenforcements had arrived as requested. Twisting the situation around to reason that it was intentional, a personal attack on him. An attempt to get him killed!

Would he? No. Roderick forced the thoughts down as madness from the Beast and stiffened his body to keep his movements in control. He carefully walked in until he was in the center of the room before both of them and lifted up the papers in his right hand, "Objective Completed. Papers returned as ordered."

[Dillon Connery]

Dillon is still looking down at the maps before them, and doesn't immediately respond. Only a few seconds after Luke speaks, and he make a mark and a small note beside some section of interest. "Rogue Ghouls?"

Hazel eyes look up to them, then to Michael. Silently referencing the task he'd put the man on upon his return to Sacramento. Wondering not so subtly, the same ghouls that had you?

He is also dressed in a variation of his normal patrol attire, a sleek jacket over some random button-down shirt and jeans. Having only the sparse information that Redfill has granted him on the investigation, the Reeve seems to be awaiting the others to fill in the gaps.

"How did that go?" He adds nonchalantly, as if casually asking them about their driver's test results.

[Michael Redfill]

After Michael lets the two Kindred in he closes the door behind them. The 'Rogue Ghouls' comment gets a raised eyebrow as he shakes his head at Dillon, whatever that gesture may mean.

"Yes, the full but brief story would be welcome", - the Deputy gestures to the papers in Roderick's hand, - "May I check those while we talk?"

Of course, he didn't need to ask. But politeness is important, especially in front of superiors.

[Moonfang]

Roderick handed the papers over with a short nod. Afterward, he started the debriefing. "We meet up with team sent by Dagger and drove to the appointed location. Shortly after our arrival, the group we now know as Rogue Ghouls calling themselves 'The Wizards' arrived. There was a verbal altercation between Daggers men and the Wizards, prompting me to make the tactical choice to distance myself from the group we rode in with. That was when the Wizards made their move. Through a sniper shot and movements that I can only classify as professional, they dropped two of Daggers men before they could react and the third promptly surrendered. It was then the Wizards apparently chose to negotiate rather than just kill us. A bottle of Vitae in exchange for the list."

He waited a moment before going on, "While treating Daggers men, I was able to extract information from the leader of the Wizards." He looked to Redfill as he went on, "It was seem they were hired by some Kindred out of San Francisco to collect information on our city's VIPs for a plan for the future. Most likely with the intention of removing them and inserting themselves into the power structure here." Remember? Like I told you from the very beginning? Roderick looked away and addressed Dillon, "The Wizards stated they were planning on remaining in the city for a month before moving on with no intention of harming anyone else." His tone would make it clear enough that he had no trust in the group to do so.

[Matamune]

Moonfang, Crafty Cultist, can I have a Wits + Int roll from both of you?