Mable Wood
Mable's friend in the police sounds like she's busy driving around on shift.
"Totally, girl. I'd probably steer clear of R Street tonight, downtown? Some violence going down. The rest of town is pretty nice tonight, actually!"
Of course, the Shady Lady Saloon was on R Street...
Rebecca
The fellow glanced to Mable and shrugged, taking off at a jog to go get the vehicle but not going so fast as to lose the Gangrel Priscus. For now, at any rate, their poachers were not trying to make a break for it, though the sharp-eyed woman certainly looked amused as Simmons looked into the dumpster.
Yep. That was a male in his early thirties. Homeless for sure, and dead, drained of all Blood. This had not gone well.
Fast forwarding...
It wasn't long before Mable and their handsome friend had returned with the car - which was a good thing, since the sirens were bearing ever closer. Thankfully, nobody had tried to come out, and neither poacher had elected to go for violence or to try to get away. As the car was backed into the alleyway, its tail lights burning red, the woman opened the dumpster and climbed in. It was disgusting, but necessary to get the right leverage, as the dude was heavy. "Get his arms," she murmured to Rebecca as she hoisted him up. Together, they could pile him into the trunk that the guy was opening up.
Since time is of the essence and he isn't light: Rebecca, please roll Strength + Stamina - 2 to lift this guy properly.