Ale slides from one pooling shadow to another. The clueless night manager remains so - even when he passes right by the Gangrel on his hurried way to the toilet facilities. Maybe he had others things on his mind?
Jacob can get some good, clear views of both men while they work. Intelligence + Composure to fully commit their faces to memory.
Cross can attempt to get closer if he wishes. Dexterity + Stealth -2: the garage is only so big, and its filled with a car, some shelves, chairs, and two men moving around. The Cloak has built-in protections but they can only go so far before the Dark Art fails.
Vickie is in another part of the city, van idling. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
"We will get to down town, okay? If thats what you think why don't you talk more with Keyes. You know, butter him up? Ever wonder why I always get paired with you? It 'cause I don't take Keyes' shit, man..."
"Yeah. I know. He's all full of it. Says he's been around. Got connections. Don't believe a word of it."
There is a pause as Balaclava makes his way over to look at Burly's new information.
"Why don't we...?"
"No. No fucking way. I am not that stupid. We are not going up against gangsters here!"
"We -ah- could recruit."
Burly doesn't even grace that with an answer. Now its his turn to walk over to the shelves, mentally tallying their supplies.
"Just a suggestion..." Balaclava added defensively.
For clarity, Ale is now in position as well, hidden by mundane means