In what was becoming a frustratingly common occurrence, Max once again found himself in the middle of a situation he knew nothing about. Earlier in the evening he had received a phone call from the Seneschal, asking him to deliver an item to Regent Brady at the University. Now, most sane people, when faced with the task of delivering a potentially occult item to a possibly deranged Elder, would want to get the task over as quickly as possible.
Thus Max, it could be argued, was not entirely sane. Or at the very least he suffers from a crippling case of terminal curiosity.
When he arrived at the Cedar Fields Funeral Home, he found a boxed crate waiting for him. And where most people would want to remain blissfully ignorant of what was inside, Max grabbed a crowbar. What he found inside was not what the Mekhet had expected, and he had to wonder when the Order had become a mortuary service. After a quick psychic investigation*, Max nailed the crate closed once again and loaded it into a battered delivery truck.
The load secured, he waited for a few moments to see if Michael Redfill would be joining him on the delivery run, or if he'd face Brady alone...
* 3 Suxx
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