2012.07.20.I.Shot.The.Sheriff

I Shot the Sheriff
The team must sabotage a plane carry an important Camarilla kindred.
IC Date	July 20, 2012
IC Time	Night
Players	Mary, Cash, Van
Location	Shady Grove
Prp/Tp	Crusade Series
Spheres	Vampire: Sabbat
Theme Song	Bob Marley - I Shot the Sheriff

Shady Grove - Smoke Jumpers - The Bar

At the witching hour on a Friday, Smoke Jumpers is a popular place. Longshoremen, their old ladies, and even a few kids crowd the bar and turn it into a den of iniquity. The decibel level hovers right around that of a White Snake concert as the combination of a hundred conversations fill the room and the juke box struggles in vain to conquer them. This seems to disturb Markus not at all, nor does it deter him from reading quietly.

Van the Man slips in as per his usual. Backpack on snug, but he isn't hauling the guitar case tonight. He makes his way to the table with a bit more confidence. He steps up and folds his hands behind his back. Standing at attention. "reporting in, sir."

With his usual clack of boots on the floor, Cash makes his way into the bar. People don't automatically get out of his way, but most tend to move away quickly when he bumps into them, seeming disturbed by something about him. He walks to the table, wearing his usual cold expression.

The book is closed and Markus motions for the three of them to join him. Once they are in the booth he slides the curtain shut for some privacy. It does not, however, help with the noise level. "Excellent, I have urgent need of assistance," he says as he replaces the book with the always reliable iPad. This time after he brings up what he wants on it, he slides it directly to Van instead of politely ignoring the ghoul. "I have a mission that requires stealth and subterfuge, are you capable of that?" The question is directed at the trio as a whole, not anyone in particular.

Van the Man takes the iPad and glances down at it before nodding. "Very." he states simply. "what is needed?"

Mary moves to sit next to Van, paying close attention to Marcus and the Ghoul. She looks to Cash, as if it's his call.

On the iPad is a series of high resolution photographs of a private airfield. There is a large building that does not look like a hangar, a half dozen that do, and several towers. All of it is protected by a large fence except one entrance that has a pair of guard shacks. Markus looks warily between his team. "I am filled with confidence," he says dryly, his arabic accent tinging every word, adding to the sarcasm. "I need you to plant a device on a private jet located in that airfield, and it needs to be done within the next three hours. The airfield is privately owned by the Prince's holding company. No one is allowed in without the prior approval of one of his underlings, so you will need to get creative."

Van the Man grins and rolls his shoulders back slowly. "No problem boss.. You got the device, sounds like we should get the show on the road."

A messenger bag is produced from underneath the table and set down in front of Van. "Wire it into the cockpit controls. That is all you must do and I will take care of the rest," Markus instructs them, "Do not allow yourselves to raise any red flags."

Van the Man nods, takes the messanger back and fits it into his own bag. "Roger that. In and out, without a trace. Anything else we should know?" he asks, standing up and bobbing his head at Mary to do the same.

Mary also bobs her head, standing with Van. "In and out without a trace. Confirmed." she says.

"Security is very tight, so be careful," Markus adds. "Also, we believe the jet to be in hangar three, but my source went dark almost forty-eight hours ago. Therefore, I no longer consider that reliable information. Use your judgement. This particular plane will be carry the Sheriff of Shady Grove, so it will most likely be the one with the tightest security."

Van the Man asks about ID numbers and if any of the intel had anything to do with that. Or logos, and the like that would be unique.

Mary nods "Right." she says. "Any identification on any of the workers? someoe who can disappear?"

"I do not have any identifying information on the plane, beyond it being a small private jet," Markus tells Van after a moments consideration. "However, the large building may have records that could be of use in it. As I said, I lost contact with my source before he could transmit more detailed information." The vampire looks over at Mary and frowns deeply. "No one may disappear. If you are forced to use violence then ensure their absence will not be discovered until after the device has been activated, and only as an absolute last resort."

Van the Man nods and has nothing else to say. Hes up and out, heading for his truck and hoping Mary is close behind...Cause he ain't waiting more than 30 seconds for her once hes got it started.

Mary follows Van closely. Once again, going where the ghoul does. Maybe she knows that sometimes ghouls can be the greatest asset a team has.

Van the Man hauls fucking ass towards the air field, but stops a good two miles away and pulls over in a nice quiet spot. "Ok...I'm going to in on foot. This is going to be taxing, so you're job is very important." he says, handing her the keys to his truck. "I'm going to need you to go back into town..and find a McDonalds. I wanta number 4. No mustard...Can you do that?"