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BW nods, "yeah, let's take a look." He glances back towards the club, trying to spot the sleeveless shirt again, but has lost him in the crowd. Maybe he's already inside.
He'll follow Hector keeping his well trained eyes out for trouble or ideal battle sites.
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Hector moves and for once he is not being exactly stealthy as he left the general flow of the street take him. After all, he is freshly scrubbed and looks no different to the herd, right?
And maybe, underneath it all, the wily Cahalith branded in Glory, simply wants the Anshega to come at him...
He passes through the area, Bleeds Well in tow, just observing and keeping an eye out for alleyways, corners - the hidden signs of the city that only the destitute and the desperate would know. Or those who like to mark their territory.
He will even chance a second pass at the club / warehouse, returning to it from a different direction with the aim of examining the buildings rear for emergency exits and the like.
Two rolls - straight perception and another based on Streetwise, given that Skill's aspect of "navigating Urban dangers" see 1st Edition Blue Book, p86. I thought that might be a good fit for what Hector is trying to do by casing the area to figure out the layout of the alleyways, streets, hidden spots, etc. Hope that makes sense Kelreth
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Bleeds Well walks with his Alpha, watching his back.
"You tangled with these cats before?"
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As the pair walks passerby's on the street give you both just a bit more space than they give each other. No one reacts overtly instead its the unconscious movement to avoid something possibly predatory. No one really gives either of you a second glance either. There's nothing overly threatening just that feeling.
After only a few minutes it becomes clear to Hector that the alleyways and streets are being kept clean of anything that may make the area look bad. Clear signs of the desperate exist but no sign of the people themselves. No bodies either fortunately. By the time that the pair reach a viewing point for the back of the warehouse there's clear paths through alleyways and streets and a few hidden places. Though there's also the uncomfortable feeling that everything Hector sees may be known to others as well. The markings had continued for the full walk. Made here and there, always findable but never truly catching the eye.
The back of the warehouse has a person sized door to one side, obviously newer than the rest of the building. Metal shines in the dull light of the evening. A few feet to the right of the metal door is a truck sized warehouse door that looks like it slides up. Glass windows in the warehouse door glow a soft blueish white light that you'd expect off of a tv or computer screen. Though the glass itself is opaque and doesn't show more than a shadow when someone moves between it and the light source.
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"Me? I've never really had to fight other... wolves... before."
Hector admitted, speaking carefully as he made sure they were out of earshot of the herd.
"I think you might be right - that club is at the centre of their turf."
Head jerking to one side, the Cahalith indicates he's found a safe spot for them to set up their vigil.
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Bleeds Well responds with a grim nod. Fighting other Uratha is never pretty and should be avoided at all costs if it could be.
"After it closes, we ensure everyone's cleared out, we could burn it down. That'd send a pretty clear message to them I think." This city belongs to Clarion's Call. "We let them know that this city is our's maybe scare them out of it without the need for bloodshed."
He does his best to blend into the spot Hector found for them, but his hishu shape doesn't feel comfortable there, he fidgets quite a bit.
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Minutes start slow then begin to move by rapidly as, well, nothing happens. Then maybe an hour later the sound of colorful curses moving between English and Spanish can be heard as the sleeveless t-shirt man from the line makes his way around the side of the building. His rants are not exactly..quiet.
"Get sent here and they.."
"...such a waste of time dealing with that..."
"Gotta do everything myself."
Coming to a stop near the rear person door the man takes a moment to hype himself. Shoulders and arms bouncing he slams his palm into the door. "OPEN UP WE GOTTA TALK."
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Hector stirs.
He chin-juts to Bleeds Well - less a means to alert his comrade as a courtesy and an indication of interest.
The Cahalith simply watches. He does not break cover yet.
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Bleeds Well can't help but notice the ruckus, he nods almost imperceptibly to Hector.
He watches and waits.
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The sound of a palm slamming into a metal door is always louder than it feels like it should be. After the first slam and yell the quiet murmurings of the night return. Hector and Bleeds Well both catch the man give a nervous glance around himself and the area. He doesn't see them but clearly isn't comfortable.
A moments hesitation is all that it takes before the man slams his palm onto the door again. "YOUR PEOPLE ARE ASSHOLES!" At that Hector notices two shadows move towards the door.
Then things happen quickly, the door rips inward, an arm extends out, and bodily pulls the man inside. A muffled noise of fear can be heard before the door closes with a barely contained slam.
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