2018.06.07: Reinholdt Takedown

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Reinholdt Takedown
The Cliaths question their prisoners and launch an attack on Reinholdt Manufacturing
IC Date June 8th, 2018
IC Time Night
Players HalleST, Derek, Hjalmar, Johanna, Naiche
Location Reinholdt Manufacturing, some ways out from Prospect
Spheres Gaian Garou

It is about midnight, with a crescent moon only partially lighting the area. Headlights still on the two SUVs and the tanker truck help add brighter light where the vehicles are pointed.

None of the chemicals were pumped out of the tanker truck this time before the Garou stopped them. There are 3 dead bodies of what seem like humans, and one had some Pure Breed in him. There are two bodies of dead fomor. Also there are two living captives.

The vehicles are there and have not been searched. The bodies are there and have not been searched. The captives have not been searched or interrogated. The contents of the tanker truck is unknown. Everyone's wounds have healed. A light pistol, a rifle, and a light submachine gun, each with an extra clip, were taken in the fight.

Naiche by this point is covered in healing bullet holes, and blood, and without even bothering to check on how hurt everyone was, or what the next plan of action is, Naiche is off licking himself clean of his blood, and the blood of the man he had just well.. beaten up. Sitting in the middle of the clearing, or well, as far away as one can from the polluted form, in Lupus, the Garou takes his time to clean and compose himself, only eventually offering up, 'Should wake up.. heal.. help dying man. Ask him questions.'

Shield Brother kneels there with a prisoner and a half wrecked SUV. A snarl is on his face as he glowers over the man he's pinning to the ground. 'Who's willing to question these bastards?'He looks at the others and then back to his prisoner. 'I am not good at making prisoners talk.'

Derek is busily washing the blood from Dreamfang in the stream, having reverted to his homid form. "The one I took... he had Garou blood," he growls. "I could sense it. But it was strange. I've never felt a tribe like the one he carried. It makes me wonder if he could be one of the White Howler's lost Kin."

THere is a pause then before he sighs. 'Get one up'Yes? Get one up? Patch up, stop bleeding. Then will just.. figure.. something out?'Naiche mutters as his eyes narrow for a second, lifting his chin slightly. 'Best et.. if not going to die.'

Both men look in very bad shape. Even the one that was backfisted near the end, almost died from that, and both probably required medical attention to not have bled out by now. Both are lying there on the ground at present, watching the Garou with wary, or scared, eyes.

Shield Brother looks up at Naiche and sighs. 'I am no healer. So unless either you or Derek are healers.. We will probably lose them.'He looks down at his prisoner and shakes his head.

Derek reverently draws the flat of Dreamfang over his sleeve, drying it off. He presses a kiss to the blade before sliding it into his sheath. Then, he turns to face the prisoners. "Perhaps I might get them to say something," he says. He starts lumbering towards the men, putting that damned Fianna charm to work. He squats down on his haunches. "Hello there boys," he says. "Looks like you picked the wrong night to go out dumping illegal toxins, didn't you?" He chuckles, reaching out to ruffle one's hair. "I'm afraid you're not much longer for this world. You must be in quite a lot of pain. But... if you would be so good as to answer some questions for us..." His grin broadens, turning toothsome. "We might do something about that for you."

Naiche just sits queitly then as he grumbles in response to Derek's method then, just eyeing the man from his spot nearby the SMG gentleman before grunting under his breath, remaining silent and still as his tai lwags back anf roth.

The two men glance at each other. One of them looks mostly scared, the other looks a bit defiant. "You're just going to kill us anyway, Gaian," the man says to Derek. He glances over towards where the bodies of the other people are still lying on the ground.

Shield brother nods at the exchange and turns away as he heads back to the crashed SUV. Upon arrival he forces himself to change to Glabro form as he is wanting to search the vehicle, something which is quite hard to do in Crinos.

Derek laughs deeply. It's a rich, smooth, rolling tone. "Well... there's the trick, isn't it? You're dead men, one way or the other. But you still have several options to you." He lifts a finger. "We can end it quickly and cleanly for you." He ticks off another finger. "We can -let- you die, slowly and in agony." He ticks off a third. "Or... we can start cutting on you until you -wish- you could die. Although that option will likely take the longest." He leans in close. "Nobody will hear you. And they'll never find your bodies. So please... by all means. Feel free to let us have some -fun-."

Naiche just stares at Derek's behavior, the threat causing Naiche to quickly take a few steps, and just avert his gaze, moving to spend more time with Jhalmar it looks like, approaching the man and the SUV, rather than engage or appear in anyway complicit in that direct threat.

The guy who hasn't spoken yet, that looks more worried than the other, says, "Wasn't our fault, we just did what we was told to. We have to do what we are told to do." He cringes away from Derek, apparently having believed the threat.

Shield Brother searches the vehicle, checking behind the sunscreens and under the seats and wherever someone might hide something good to help them. And it does not take long before he finds a registration card, garage opener and a keycard for.... Reinhold Manufacturing. He nods to himself and mutters. "Interesting.." He turns around as he is wanting to show it to the others, only to see Naiche coming closer. 'I found a garage opener. A name and possibly the most important... A company name. Reinhold Manufacturing.'He shows the business card and registration card to Naiche before looking over the garage opener. Might there be an adres written on it? Some people are just that stupid.

No address on the garage door opener. Just a plastic case and a button. They keycard doesn't have an address either, just the company name and a magnetic strip.

Naiche just nods, a blank stare given to the business card offered, and Naiche remains sitting nearby the SUV, just listening and observing as the man looks through everything before chuffing slightly and looking down and under the SUV, worming his way around and generally being less than helpful or useful. 'Could ask for directions? Look for it? Smell it?'Naiche offers before coughing lightly.

Derek looks up at Hjalmar. "Good catch, Kin," he says. He looks back to the man who cringed away from him. He chuckles, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder. "You look like you're the smart one here," he says. He looks back at the first. "So I suppose that means I don't need -you- anymore." He cracks his knuckles, one by one, the sound ricocheting like gunshots. He looks back to the second once again. "Reinhold Manufacturing. Tell me a story. A good one. You say you have to do what they tell you. What -whom- tells you?"

Shield Brother nods at both Naiche and Derek. 'Looks like Derek is doing just that.'He then moves over to the second SUV to repeat the searches, hoping to find possibly even more intel! 'Let's see what vehicle number two has in store for us.'He turns towards Naiche. 'Bone-Thief. Can you check the downed bastards for anything useful?'

The more defiant man just has an angry look for Derek. The scared one says, "The Fomori. You do what they tell you or else. The Garou don't care what they do to us, long as meet the quotas. They never even check in on us." He looks away, for all the world looking like someone who feels betrayed on every side.

Derek nods slowly. "Garou. So there's Black Spiral Dancers there." He leans forward, his hand squeezing comfortingly. "Such is the reward for those who would serve the Destroyer, my friend. You picked the wrong side to back. And now you have to pay for what you have done. But... I am pleased thus far. Let's keep a good thing going." He pats the shoulder. "How many Dancers and how many Fomori?"

At this point, with little better to do, Naiche just offers a lift of his shoulders, a slight wag of his tail, and off he goes to nose things, staying well away from the obvious Fomori's.. but he'll look through people's stuff, nosing and checking everything he can, easily pawing through things without consideration for a dead corpses dignity, more concerned with getting sticky with something.

The scared guy shakes his head to Derek. "The Garou never come around the plant. They just make us work there for the Fomori," he says. "Normally 3 or 4 Fomori there," he says. "I told ya what you wanted... let me go would ya? Let both of us go?"

Shield Brother starts searching through the second SUV's contents and comes up with a bag of clothes.. Donut waste. And a registration to the same company! He turns around. 'This SUV is registrated to the same company!'He looks back to see if there's by chance a company adres written on the registration card. After this he will move over to the truck as he is wanting to look through the contents of that one as well.

Derek rubs his beard thoughtfully. He turns and lowers his voice, growling in Garou. Of course with a homid mouth, it's difficult to make the proper vocalizations, but he's able to get across the gist. 'Comrades. When I turn this one loose, follow in the Umbra. He's sure to go straight back to his keepers.'Looking back to the man, he smiles. "All right. Since you've done so very well... you may go." He looks back to his friend, the one who was defiant. "But I'm afraid your friend here hasn't yet earned his freedom."

There is indeed a company address written on it. It's about five miles away.

'Safe assumption? Same place. Same den. One place to look for. One location. Find location, find danger.'Naiche offers even as he is soon trotting off with a keyring in his mouth, jingling and jangling, looking like the cat who ate the canary, even as he settles down to thum through them all before he whimpers and chuffs eagerly at the odd sounds the jingly keyring makes as he looks them over. 'One does not play with food. Such cruelty is.. above a predator. Evil, corrupt, wrong. Kill, or let go. Not toy.'

Shield Brother looks through the truck, careful to avoid the sticky spot where the Tarbaby Fomor was seated, and finds another registration card of the same company and a work schedule even! Who knows.. Might come in handy later! He clambers out of the vehicle and grins. 'Alright. I know the address. The company is located about five miles from here. And all vehicle's bear a link to that company.'

Derek glances to Naiche. 'I'm not playing,'he growls. 'I'm -deadly- serious.'Hee hee, the Ahroun made a funny. His jokes are killer. He should have been born a Ragabash. He looks back to the prisoner he's releasing. "I would look for another job, if I were you," he says. "Now go before I change my mind." He looks back to his friend. "As for you... you're wasting perfectly good oxygen." He reaches out with one meaty hand. "Let's do something about that." He plants his hand atop the man's head and twists. CRACK goes his neck.

The one that Derek is letting go staggers to his feet. He cringes as he hears the other man's neck snapped. "Shit. Shit!" he says. The man heads over towards the SUV that doesn't have the door torn off, then stops, seeing the keys hanging from Naiche's mouth. He swallows and looks around, and then turns and begins walking down the small dirt track, slowly but at the best speed he can manage, half-dragging a leg behind him.

Naiche shakes his head then even as he growls aloud, taking a step back and moving quickly away from the group at well.. this lets say.. startling sound and a look of disgust taking his face. 'Move away. Not this... not okay.'

Shield Brother winches at the sound and sighs afterwards. He follows the lone survivor with his gaze as he limps away on his own. 'We have a lead now. Shall we?'He looks at the guns on the ground, the corpses, the SUV's and the truck. Then back up at Derek. 'let's stash the weapons in a SUV and umm.. What shall we do with the bodies?'

Derek frowns a bit. "Hm. We can't very well just leave them, can we?" He considers for a moment, then sighs. "I'm afraid I'm not very good at this part," he mutters to himself. "Covering the evidence. But..." He snaps his fingers. "A chemical explosion. Get rid of the toxins and burn the bodies at the same time."

Naiche just gives a nod then as he moves to settle in, approaching Shield Borther now at this point the group then, 'Could? Is this not what.. those.. folk are for? Otherwise yes, should leave.'

Shield Brother looks between Derek and Naiche, shaking his head at the former. 'Doing that will result in all the chemicals spilling out in nature as well.. And an explosion could set the forest in fire..'He looks around to look for anything that could act as inspiration. 'I.. Do not know.. What to do with them.'He looks at Naiche and cocks his head to the side. 'What folk are you implying?'

Halle shimmers into existence as she steps across the Gauntlet. "The Banes have been destroyed, put into Slumber, or Reformed elsewhere to escape us. If there is no more taint added to the area, I don't see any reason they would try to return here later."

'If they are did, then throw them in one of trucks. We give it back, and get on with our lives.'Naiche observes then even as his chin lifts ever so slightly in response to the sight and sound of something.. un-no wait it is Halle. 'Just move it along. Fast, quick. Give them pollution back. Make it their problem.'

Derek looks back as Halle appears. "Halle," he says. He nods to the truck and the bodies. "We are in need of some aid of disposing of the rubbish. Do you think some of the sept's Kinfolk could be put to work? I know it to be an unsavory task, but... it needs must be done. And we still have prey to be hunting."

Halle glances towards the trucks and the bodies. "Sure. I think someone, George maybe?, owns a funeral home for disposal of bodies. And the vehicles, I can get some kin to dispose of them and the bodies for you. Good use of their manpower," she says with an approving nod. She looks off to the side as focusing on something for a short while.

Shield Brother shakes his head at Naiche. 'No Bone-Thief. If we dump the dead at their doorstep.. It could mean an investigation would be started. And that is something we do not want..'He then looks over at Halle as she re-appears. 'Welcome back Halle. Glad to hear you were succesful.'He nods at Derek and her conversation, 'Sounds like a plan.'He follows her gaze as she looks to something, trying to spot what she's seeing.

'Investigation? Illegal dumping?'NAiche inquires then, raising his head then before looking aside, 'But yes.. will.. do.. as asked.. will follow, recommendations.'

Derek nods his head to Halle. "Be mindful. Yon tanker has not yet spewed its cargo. So it still carries a full load of dangerous chemicals. Pray, do warn the Kin that come out to collect it." He offers her a low nod, then looks back to the two lupuses. Lupii? The two four-footed Garou. "Well, comrades. It seems our work is not yet done." He cracks his knuckles. "Shall we be about it, then?" he asks with a grin.

Shield Brother looks back at Derek and Naiche and nods. 'Let's go indeed, the night is still young.'He forces himself into the lupus form as to make traveling easier than it already is.

Halle stands with that distant focus for about a minute and then says, "Some Kin are on the way to pick it up. They'll find somewhere the chemicals can be disposed of safely." She walks over to check the fomori bodies then, going back to just listening to the Garou otherwise.

It's at least 1 am by the time the trio make it to the address. They find a fenced in yard containing some sort of factory works. There is one main building with a smaller, one story office-like building attached to it. A few storage tanks in the yard looks like they hold chemicals or other liquids, and have pipes running inside. Some exhaust stacks at the top leave an unpleasant aroma in the air. The area is surrounded by a chain link fence. There is a card reader at the gate that - to the non-lupus anyway - looks like an automated gate system. A couple of cars are in the parking lot over near the little office structure. No signs of anyone outside.

A big sign near the gate reads, "Reinhold Manufacturing: Bringing Children's Dreams to Life!" and shows an image of a kid drawing with colored markers, and then a zoom in shot of the markers and the Reinhold company logo on the box that holds the markers.

Derek narrows his eyes as he studies that colorful logo. "Zounds. What a terrible place," he mutters. "Using the Dreaming world in such a fashion. I should like to see the entire damned place reduced to a hole in the ground."

'Stinky building, or less stinky building? PRefer less stinky building. Keep neater things. Papers, with the squiggles in there. Maybe find useful squiggles?'Naiche observes as he glances to his comaptriots then, settling down to study the compound form afar.

Shield Brother dips his head at Derek and Naiche. 'The place is most certainly foul. But lets see what we can do. We still have the keycards. So... Let's go in?'He looks at Naiche. 'I too would rather stay away from this place.. But we need to stop whatever they are doing, lest they spread their foulness to the surrounding area's again. And we do need you with us.'

'Not Encouraging. Stay far away. Figure out way to destroy factory without approaching? Something big. Run it over? Or boom? Like Volcano perhaps? Never have to go near then. Use as distraction too? Sneak in, take valuable information. Kill valuable personell? While other building burns?'Naiche observes even before he shakes his hide out, as if in preperation for getting covered in gunk.

Derek nods his head. "Agreed," he says. He starts looking the place over. "If they have Fomori... then they'll certainly have Banes. We'll need to be wary. How best to get in...?" He looks back to Naiche, considering. "You know... that may not be a bad idea. Perhaps... a sewer main, or gas line? That always worked in the movies. Just send the entire blasted place up in flames."

Shield Brother is quiet for a moment as he observes... Trying to spot another way in. 'The man did warn about three to four Fomori and probably some normal minions as well.'A unsure shake of the head is given at the plan of blowing something up. 'A gasleak would be a bad thing for nature... Bursting a sewer main too. We do not want to become what they are because we'd rather not get in close... We are here to battle the Wyrm. And sometimes that means... Getting in close and dangerous.'

'Have that truck. Need to get rid of? Give it back? Cause distraction. Steal what want. Less likley to fight. Die, suffer, pain.'Naiche then offers as he offers a small whine in response to Hjalmar's encouragment to keep going in, 'If Outnumbered., avoid, better... to overwhelm, scare, suprise, not get caught. No need to die.'

Derek thinks hard. "We can't jump in through the Umbra. The Gauntlet will be far too thick in there. To say nothing of what we'd actually -find- over there," he mutters. He shakes his head. "You know what? -Piss- on it. I say we take the Crinos and go in with claws at the ready. The Delerium will handle any mundane humans we encounter. And as for the rest... that's why Gaia gave us our claws to begin with."

Shield Brother slowly nods. 'It might be the best eventually. But at least not through the front gate. And we need to see if we can pick them off, one by one... But hm..'He turns towards Naiche. 'Bone-Thief... Can you scout around? Maybe you can find something interesting we can use to make it easier for us?'Turning back to Derek. 'First see what we can do and see from here, then we can go in.'

Naiche just shakes his head then before sighing and slinking forward 'Will go look. Not get caught, very simple. What hope to find? Big metal beasts? Crab-people? Walk like crab? Talk like people?'Naiche offers then before he continues then, 'But.. will not agree to charging in, will die. ALl will die, would rather do nothing then die.'

The yard between the fence and the building is mostly clear, though there are the aforementioned tanks, a few shipping containers, and some cars in the parking lots. The parking lot and a loading dock have lights on them, the rest of the outside is minimally lit, enough one might see someone but maybe not make them out clearly if they did.

Derek drops to all fours, assuming his red-furred lupine shape. He starts trotting forward, crouching low to the ground and moving as quietly as he can. Which, surprisingly, is actually decently quiet. He follows the others' lead for now. His turn to take the fore will doubtless come soon.

Shield Brother too follows the others through the gap in the gate, not a rustle of chainlink is heard when he crosses, and neither is the pat pat of his paws heard when he walks.

Naiche as the group follows along after Naiche, the factory opens up around them.. or really.. towers over them, smoking areas.. dangerous chemical spills, it's all fucking there. Scary as could be, ad Naiche just kind of stares at the doors before glancing aside and then apparently looking rather suprised then. 'Your there? Dangerous! Very dangerous! Could get caught! Eaten!'

Shield Brother looks at Naiche and would give something like a shrug. 'Thought it was indeed to dangerous to let you go alone.'He looks up at the card readers and dips his head. 'We can use the cards we found back in the woods on these doors to open them.'

Derek chuffs softly. 'We'll have to take those out first,'he growls softly, pointing his nose towards the four in the smoking area. 'We'll have to hit fast and hard, so they don't raise the alarm.'

Naiche shakes his head then, 'Probably are in side, or in uh.. other building? One of two. SHould choose one, sneak in, ambush kill.. then if done quietly, can sneak in an ambush whoever is left in other building?'

Shield Brother slowly dips his head. 'One of them inside, is very nasty indeed... But we are with three.. And they are with four. That is not viable... It could be if they got seperated. But not like this.'

Naiche offers then, 'CHoose one door, can get us in, yes? Gaurnteed. Will be easy. Very easy. Probably. Sneak in then, killl. Ambush.'

Derek chuffs softly, his tail waving behind his hindquarters. 'There's only four. They're probably mortal. Not even a match for the three of us if we strike together!'

Hjalmar cocks his head as he thinks about it... 'Maybe we can take them... Maybe there are more which will come when we attack these ones.... If we first look what we are up against.. It might save our skin and possibly even help us.'He looks between the two. 'You want to attack. And You want to sneak. Both are doable.. I think it best to scout a bit more first.'

After a moment of thought, Derek looks over to the others. 'The dumpster. Two of us could go over and pretend to be dogs, fighting over scraps. It might draw their notice. If we're lucky, one of two might come to shoo us off. Divide and conquer!'

Naiche sighs then before giving a small grown and growl. 'DOes not mind attacking, but wants to ambush, get a.. bite up on competition. Not get caught, kill quickly, then attack next group. Never underestimate predators. Never underestimate prey.'Naiche observes even as he sneaks towards the buildings a bit closer, glancing back then, 'CHoose door to go through, will unlock, or I will yes? Last chance for choice.'

Hjalmar shakes his head and pants. 'Take the left door first then. Might find a loose one there. Thin the herd so to say.'

Inside is a small office. It has three desks and some filing cabinets. A picture of a sailboat is on one wall. Some phones. A board with various orders identifying products like markers, crayons, finger paints, etc. Mainly things that kids would use for artwork. There's two other doors, one wooden one with "Manager" on the door, the other a metal door with no markings, but with another card reader beside it.

As Naiche enters, hopefully with Derek and Hjalmar in tow, he'll offer quickly, and an aside, 'COuld rush in and attack? Sounds out door there? Clicking. Like insects?'

Hjalmar opens the door... And in go Derek and Naiche. And as the office is quite a tiny one for his Crinos form.. He decides to stand guard outside after a second or two he decides to change back to Glabro as to make him a bit more fitting in this building. He hears some stumbling and tearing sounds coming from inside the office and as soon as it begun.. It ends.

Naiche will rush in as they eventually approach and open the door, and when Naiche jumps onto the desk, and belly slides his way into the manager, or supposed manager, some tales might tell of the flurry of red and blood as the fabled Garou technique of the Falcon Belly Trip Drop! For those who had witennsed it though, Naiche litertally runs in, trips, falls nearly face first into the manager, and just is FUCKING swingining and wriggling about atop the desk, claws going everywhere. If everywhere is inside the manager, and just fucking pulling organs out.

Derek's ears perk as he listens to the sound of keys clacking. Turning to the others, he nods his head. Then, a creaking of bone and muscle, he rises into his glorious warform. He silently counts down with his fingers from three, then kicks the door open. Stepping into the office, he slams a giant hand around the man's head, muffling his mouth as he lifts him up. "GRRR!" He snarls, leaning in to chomp a bite out of his shoulder!

As the Garou sink their teeth into the man, a foul, dark smoke starts to leak from him. Not from where they bit, but he's breathing it out intentionally. It makes their eyes water and their throats burn, and the desire to vomit is strong. The man - or Fomor - falls over dead, though it takes awhile for the inky black smoke to dissipate. Retreating to the other part of the office probably helps. One down


It was a quick and dirty area to area fight with the other Cliath's, ending in the main factory area of the compound. After dispatching the first two and then a second pair, amongst which a froglike Fomor. Hjalmar and the others get to face two nasty looking Fomori. One a clear biter whilst the other was some freakish chameleon like Fomor. The fight is a quick one, the licker tries to hit him as he goes for the biter, but the hit does not break the skin. Hjalmar starts clawing at the Fomor in combat with Derek and is soon ripping off chunks of flesh, hurting the Fomor bad. But no matter how strong it was.. It did not stand a chance against the combined might of our group.... We are victorious....

Starchaser has been here the whole time... sure... Just observing as a look out. Once she hears more commotion, she jumps in to subdue the mortal guy working there and ties him up with the others handle the fomori. Once the other nasties come in, she quickly shifts to Crinos and along side Naiche, she claws into the lizardlike one with the much force, and together they shred him to bits!

After his little stint of taking down a forelift driver, get splashed with some acid by a fucking frog with pustules.. and well, other shit, Naiche is not in a very good mood, so when a lizard and claw guy show up, two obvious FOrmori, Naiche is liteertally jumping mad, anger flashing in his eyes ans he leaps out to lash and claw, a flurry of strikes, again, not so much showing any technique as a rabid animal flat on his stomach fklailing about with all four legs. It actualy makes hitting shit really easy in a way. Not dignified in the slightest, but hey, what does Naiche care!? ANd soon, everything is dead, and Naiche isn't. Which has him hop up on his feet, look about and start trying to lick and clean out his wounds.

And thank god Starchaser is there to atually do some dignified fucking fighting


Derek begins his rampage through the factory floor, demonstrating to all how he earned the name of Wyrm's Worst Nightmare. A glory of wanton carnage and Rage unleashed, tearing equipment from its moorings, scattering debris hither and yon. And of course, the wholesale slaughter of any and all who get in his way. When the two fomori make their appearance, he levels Dreamfang at them, baring his teeth in a snarl. 'DEATH TO THE WYRM!'he howls and leaps into the fray. The Rage surging through him, his Fang Dagger singing the song of war. One of the fomori gets a lucky strike in on him, tearing teeth deep into his fur and drawing blood. With a howl, he slams his blade against the creature's hide, working with his fellow Garou to bring an end to the monstrosities.