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I really don't think I'm going to get use to this. Jack though as he sped down to streets on Laura's motorcycle. It wasn't like she was going to be able to sue it anymore. Still, he wasn't use to going down streets without several meters of steel between cars.
A few minutes later, he rolled up in front of the warehouse, yanking off the spare helmet and letting it hang on one of the handlebars. now he played the waiting game.
He was certain everyone saw the Changed Notice at the Elysium.
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Lenny pulled up in his yellow 350Z convertible. He finger combed his hair and the feel of a nearby Beast let him know he had found the right place. Lenny got out of his car and straightened his jacket and approached the other man. "I'm Lenny," he said simply.
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Jack recoled a little inside, this ones Blood was much stronger than his own. He managed to calm down and offer his hand out. "Jack Bennett, Prefect."
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"Cool," was Lenny's answer.
"So I only met Taylor at Lily how many of us are there?" he asked. He really wanted to ask about the bizarre way the notice in the Elysium kept getting written on, torn, replaced and all that crazy stuff but maybe some other Covenant had been messign with them.
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"Lets see. Me, Taylor, Stephen and Arnoud if I remember right." Jack said, trying to remember the names.
"More will likely show up though. Since most of everyone was killed off, Sacramento may as well be declared Frontier territory. I'll talk more about it when everyone else shows up."
*The warehouses in the yard are are large, the kind you'd expect large companies to use or small companies with loads of stuff to move. A simple fence and a few security camera's dot the yard with no real apparent security about. There's lights on at one warehouse among the many this late in the evening.*
Stephen watches the screen as he's arranging things, he hadn't gotten everything put away liked he'd hoped but it was all at least orderly. He wondered who were the first as the blurred imaged mocked him. Walking out of the warehouse moments later he makes a short walk to the fence. As his beast recoils in fear Stephen stops and steadies himself against a close by warehouse. As he manages to control the instinctual reaction he other half grows angrier with every step.
Upon reaching within speaking distance having already noted the one he recognized, "Hi who are you?" There's no little bit of edge to the question which is obviously directed at Lenny but Stephens gaze settles accusingly on Jack.
Taylor McCoy pulls up to the warehouse in his silver Toyota Camry XLE '02. Tonight Taylor decided to wear his men's suit, and even has his flawless hair tied back into a ponytail. Exiting his car, and approaching the other present kindred, Taylor flashes his perfect smile and speaks in a flawlessly masculine tone. "Hey guys, how's it going?"
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"Hi Taylor," Lenny greets the androgyne. He looks at the young weak blooded one and thought it was funny that he was demanding answers from the Prefect.
After all, that's who he was looking at.
Stephen looks to Taylor as he drives up, motioning to Lenny, "Let me guess, Lenny right." He looks to Taylor for evidence the new guy is vouched for as the two seemingly looked as though they knew each other.
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Arnoud lingered a while longer, viewing the others through the binoculars he imagined he had a rifle. Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang-bang! He could hit each and every one of them from here. They were just standing about like they were encouraging target practice for the less socioeconomically gifted. Arnoud imagined a bazooka... or the financially very gifted.
Everyone plus one was assembled now... Arnoud stood up and walked down the stairs. A few seconds of careful listening and he was next to his car-of-the-evening. Arnoud knew little about cars but this Honda was handpicked for inconspicuousness. He didn't want to impress anyone with a ride, not tonight anyway. It was better to lay low, the best defense was to not present a target at all.
Entering his car he checks to see if it was tampered with, no all seemed fine. He went over the list one more time. Saturday night special? Check. Conspicuous tube with concealed weapon? Check. Two pens and noteblock? Check. Binoculars returned to the back seat? Check.
Turning the key Arnoud waited for it... no explosion, everything was looking good. Turning the key with more vigor the car humbly rattled to life and Arnoud was off. Fourty seconds and a little detour later Arnoud stepped out of the car, conspicuous tube strapped to his back and nodded to the assembled Carthians.
"Prefect." Arnoud acknowledged Jack. "Stephen, Taylor..."
Arnoud had been working up to this, he'd say "new guy" and the rest would think it funny. Calling an old guy new was funny, right? That's what Arnoud had thought. But Arnoud had also thought most of the Beastfear would have been gone by now, it was always worst the first time and at that time he'd been far away from the stranger. Up close, Arnoud still felt an instinctive fear.
The man was obviously sizing him up, looking at him like a fat kid looked at chocolate cake covered in whipped cream. Maybe Arnoud should just extend his hand, introduce himself as a Happy Meal and get it over with. Goddamned apex predators... First the so-hot-it's-creepy Haunt, now this guy. Was the world trying to make Arnoud shit his pants with fear? What was next? Prince Asa in spandex?
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