It was challenging to get to where Mable Wood had sent the Kindred she had sent her 911 call to with respect to the poachers. The police were wrapping an ever-expanding cordon around a hefty radius, closing down streets and posting officers to redirect traffic. Fortunately, the bureaucratic wheels of an SPD lockdown of an area in preparation for a SWAT hit were slower than a few vampires driving frantically around to the north end of the downtown area that was being closed off.
The parking lot was a couple of blocks from the target building, where Rebecca Simmons' dirty sergeant had told her the cops had managed to get the pair of poachers to hole up. There was clear and present danger in their planned attack; if they were loud, it would drag the police in even faster, and they were already within the police's ever-closing web.
The Kindred were caught between a rock and a hard place. The poachers weren't dumb. Rebecca had watched one feign death already. It was a fair bet that if the cops got the poachers, they'd probably escape after pretending to die. Two bodies in body bags in an ambulance, feigning death until a moment arose to simply leave, leaving questions in their wake.
Maybe that was for the best. A couple more dead cops, probably a couple of dead ambulance attendants...
...but maybe, just maybe, the Kindred of Sactown could get this done with brazen, quiet action. Two piles of dust, blowing into the wind - and a half-dozen or fewer innocent parties huddling against the night until the police's furor blew over. Hope was a beautiful thing, wasn't it?
This is a High Risk scene. Any Kindred who decides they are deterred by the encircling cordon can choose to simply not enter.
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