The address provided for the Gangrel meeting would bring them to the outskirts of town. A more industrial section, one filled with warehouses, some run down, some in better shape.
Walking or driving up to the warehouse will show it’s one of the run-down ones, but still in use. No broken windows, and heavy steel doors with no handle on the outside, but one was open, a soft light glowing inside.
A brand new Aston Martin sat outside.
The floors were spotless in the room they enter into. Which had a few lamps plugged in around the room. The center had some chairs, and in one of them, sat Ale. She was seated backwards in the chair with her hands clasped over the back, a hooded black jacket on. But from the tattoos on her hands, and the Beast raging from her, there was no doubt it was Prince and Priscus. Cain was no where to be seen. But that did not mean he was not there.
Mable Wood Dirt Nap JC Smith