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The would-be Axesworn drove like bats out of hell out of Sacramento, flying toward Sonoma, California. A town of barely ten thousand, the little town that they were burning into was a center for the wine industry of NoCal by day - by night, it was barely a blip worth considering, the kind of place that one or two Kindred might be able to haunt if they were extremely careful, the kind of place where a vampire might go if he wanted to lie very low for a night or two before moving on to a more populated center.
Kind of like this fucking guy. Described as six-foot-one and muscular as hell, with long blonde hair, a beard and a distinctive scar on his cheek, the Axesworn traitor known as Edward Little was anything but. A Ventrue with a penchant for violence, the former Dedicated Scholar of Terror had put significant work into mastering his Beast - and, based on what Finch had to say, he had some experience in the strange alchemies of Spoiling.
He also was talented in a number of styles of combat - bladed, unarmed and firearms all. This was no easy test.
A house on a quiet vineyard lot was where the creature had been tracked to. Dark, to be sure, but that meant little to Kindred, and the Ventrue had the high ground overlooking growing vines. The vines at least provided some hope of cover coming up the road if a stealth approach was preferred... and there was a driveway if the applicants felt inclined to bomb right up the center.
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