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[Kelreth]

"Now I'm telling you all. There's no way this place can support itself. You know it, I know it." Henry grins wildly at the camera.

"So who then? The FBI? With their planes flying over major cities? The NSA? We're close to many places." Letting out a slow breath the man grins again. Then steps out of way of the webcam and slides around the laptop to check the chat. The webcam stares down the length of runway 2.

He happily types away on the laptop. Which sits on top of a folding table alongside a set of binoculars, a thermos, and a cord leading to the truck a few yards away. A generator quietly hums in the bed of the truck. All of this rests within yards of the Executive Airport on the golf course grounds.

Helios rests at the meeting of earth and sky. Ready to give way to Luna. But yet watching the world. A small area of woods rests nearby sandwiched between a split in the road and the open land Henry is in.

[Lesingnon]

So...predictable.

And even if he wasn't, so easy to spot. Sitting out in the open, in the darkness, with the light of his laptop shining like a beacon; anyone or anything could spot him there. He probably hadn't even given the slightest bit of thought to that. The herd could be so clueless at times.

Uratha, however, were not as a general rule. And she was perfectly happy to use that nearby copse of trees as the gathering point for the Granite Watchtower, shielded from prying eyes.

A nut job of a conspiracy theorist that had managed to piss off an entire Spirit Court. A part of her wondered if they could just kill him and be done with it.

[Xander]

While the light of the laptop drew his attention Tony didn't linger near the prey. He made a point not to stare and found his way to the most reasonable area to congregate, the trees.

"Hey." The Ithaeur said just above a whisper as he found his way to his Alpha. "So what's the deal with this guy? Just another conspiracy theorist who happened to piss off a spirit court?"

How a member of the herd could screw up so much was still something he could only wonder at, but maybe there was more to this then that.

[Aeneas]

A rangy form breaks from the shadows. Flannelette and stained jeans. Crushed and mangled baseball cap. Cowboy boots that look curiously clean. Aeneas hasn't been shaving and it shows, lending him the appearance of a sickeningly anaemic Wolverine. A hand curls around the knife, sheathed and displayed at his belt. He moves with an economy of movement to join his pack.

A smile breaks through the shadows of his face. Broken teeth only accentuate the lascivious threat of that smile.

"Hey y'all. We gunna hunt him? Haw this seems too easy."

A pause. With effort a cog whirrs in the Irraka's mind.

"Ah... This ain't gunna be easy is it? Ah mean... well... him there! He anger them that spirits. All of 'em. So he ain't ya normal herd. Wonder wha' he doin'? He look stoopid. Can he see?"

Aeneas has his knife

[Kelreth]

The faint sound of a keyboard clicking and a luminous screen absorb Henry's attention. Nothing behind him gets even a flick of an eyelash as he delves into the chat room.

"No I don't care what you think about crystals and ley lines. You nut." Henry mutters to himself quietly before opening the thermos and pouring himself another cup of coffee. Seriously some people.

[Lesingnon]

"A conspiracy theorist who managed to piss off a spirit court and get a bunch of other conspiracy theorist to watch him sit out here and give all his rants." You'd really think they could find something, anything, better to do. Granted, it felt like a lifetime ago now, but she was pretty sure her life had never been that dull back before her First Change. "He's convinced that the airport's violating all sorts of environmental laws, or whatever. But it's not. I've checked around and it's all above board."

"Anyway, that's why he dragged that computer all the way out here. He's streaming over the internet. So we either need to keep in mind that anyone can see what we do...or just disable the stream." Personally, she was certainly leaning towards disabling the stream. It wouldn't really even be that hard.

[Aeneas]

Aeneas stares at the lone figure, hunched over his equipment in the gloaming dusk.

"Heh! I says we steal his computater. That will shut him up." He nods sagely. "Then ah suppose we could just wreck his gear an scare him and stuff. Y'all know them herd spook easy. We could play on that."

Evidently, this Irraka does not think things through.

"Whys he so interested in this place, though? Herd don't usually get so focussed unless they think they's a problem. Most o' time there ain't no problem and its just thems being all foolish. Except when it ain't. Y'all know what ah say here? Mays be we should poke around a bit. Afore we do anything."

Until he does start thinking.

[Xander]

Tony's lip twitched slightly as Aeneas mentions smashing the guy's stuff.

"The problem is going to be his conviction. If we're to direct in our confrontation we'll only convince him we're thugging him and his shit to cover the airport, which will only make him go after the airport even harder." He says to the Irraka. "It'd be easier to handle if we knew why he was drawn to the airport, but I think only one person here is subtle enough to pull that information from him."

The Iron Master grinned at his Alpha. "What do you think? Care to use that legal know-how to dig some information and introduce some concerned citizens until the feed is down? Then we can do whatever we need to."

[Lesingnon]

"Some of the Herd spook easily. Fanatics rarely behave so...conveniently." And this guy did sound like he might well fit that description. Either that or he just pandered to them, and would have to put on a bold front anyway. "Can't do anything reckless so long as he's broadcasting. And if we do decide to go with something more extreme afterwards...we'll have to make sure he can't spread word of it around."

"Either way we'll want to get that rig offline as soon as we can. Batteries can probably keep them up for a bit even with the generator down...but I can throw up a Ward Against Technology that'll knock it all right out, unless the Iron Masters have a better way of doing it?" Which was entirely possible, probable even. "Might even be easier to get him to talk if he's distracted trying to get everything back up and running.

[Xander]

"I got a gift that can physically Ruin just about anything, but we need to be subtle and your Ward is probably far better for that." He shrugged after his reply, clearly sure his route wasn't the one to take in the current scenario. "If we need to keep him offline though my way will wreck his computer for some time."

"Either way, I'm assuming we'll try the nice way of dissuading him once his laptop is down? Bruises and claws will leave marks he can broadcast once he has the opportunity." A pause. "If he gets another opportunity."