The Gangrel easily retrieved the weapon - a simple pump action device that looked curiously well maintained for such an establishment. At least someone on staff took care of their equipment. The night manager didn't even notice Ale; all his attention was on Victoria - a drooling slave, stripped of will.
Ale returned to the garage for one last sweep. Like Robert Cross, Victoria and Jacob before her, Ale looked over the cork boards for clues as to the hunter's purpose. Like the Ventrue Seneschal, she takes some photos rather than heft the light, but bulky, boards.
The shelves are all spilled out on the floor... and under the car. Junk, mostly. Useful junk for jury rigging things; surveillance equipment; tools for weapon repair and the like.
Of course, now that the Hunter's lair was laid bare, she had ample opportunity to ransack it - those double barrelled shotguns were safer in the Domain's armoury than with some errant Hunter cell, after all. Same for the brace of pistols. And those older, more shabby, shotguns in the lockers. The military surplus stock? What the hell, come back for a second pass and grab that. Nothing in the great scheme of things but it will drain whatever resources the Hunter's have left to resupply.
The Seneschal had bought a van after all.
A last pass to wreck those infernal cork boards. That would slow the Hunter's down even more. Ale and Victoria had photos; Jacob had his photographic memory.
And then, off into the night!
Behind them was an overturned garage, a car with two missing occupants, a night manager who'd snap back to lucidity long after they had gone, and no evidence of their passing. The flabby night manager was in it up to his neck, barely conscious of what had happened but with his own tacit involvement plain to any mundane investigator - and with only some unbelievable ravings in his defence.
Time to wrap this scene as its been going on since August. The last few posts have dragged over a week and a half. I will let you decide if you wish to continue with this plot, or we can close it.
The Hunter Cell has been dealt a savage blow and will take time to recover - not just in resources but in manpower.
The Kindred have some new information on things going on in the Domain. If you want to follow on with that, let me know.
Thanks for sticking with this scene over its twisted and turning course. Hope it was an enjoyable romp.