"Ale's on her way. She'll be here soon."
Alice's confidence in her coterie mate was proven true with the sound of the Torino pulls up next to them.
Alice opens the door of the town car, and slides, out. For the first time in weeks the Wraith thrashes at another's beast. Pulling, twining twisting, desperately wanting to flee!
But this was Ale (the savage who forced her into starvation) her Coterie mate. Alice knew that the women wouldn't hurt her (unless alice lost control)
Wearing her leather jacket, and faded jeans, her little fang rested in her waistband, at the small of her back. Her feet encased in work boots. "Ale." Alice greats the Italian.
The Wraith snarled inside, the weakness of the thug, a black mark upon their clan! Alice leashes the beast, and gives the Name-Thief a nod in greeting.
"Last summer the Brood fired bombed the Crone Farm. It's been a back and forth since. We hit up one of their bases, killed a lot of them. Lost one of our own to their claws. We captured one, we'll interrogate her. They've also the former Reeve in their custody." for Robert she says the venture's name. "Josephine Steriling. They'd propped her up as an icon of worship. She's not there anymore. Vacant and completely mad. Currently they are both in torpor. The latter we thought we could use as bait to draw out whatever remains of theses blasphemers in Sacramento."
Equipment: Knife, folding cane, Leather Jacket - Reinforced Clothing, cell on silent, steel toed boots,