Gage is out for a leisurely stroll downtown on a Friday night; late enough for sky to be black, early enough that plenty of bleeders are still out and about. Walking slowly, his hands in his pockets, he casually glances upwards to Milton Tower a few times, quietly debating his avenues of approach. On a long enough timeline, anyone can accomplish anything, and Gage will have that tower. He ponders if any kindred within the city has targeted the building as well. He hopes that no court officers have, but anyone else... well, all's fair in love and war. Gage had been walking for the better part of an hour now, and thought it odd that he hadn't yet crossed another Kindred this evening. His whole purpose this evening was to start getting his finger on the pulse.. or lack thereof, of this city.