2012.09.16.Fire.Water.Burn

Once again, the call has come through that Markus needs assistance doing good works for the Cainites of Shady Grove. He has summoned quite a few, but unfortunately, duties at home preclude most from coming. When you arrive at Smoke Jumpers it is almost empty. This being a Sunday evening, most of the longshoremen that populate it are at home with their families. Markus is waiting in his customary position, this time reading an archaic translation of the bible, of all things.

Rythill comes in after Carl, following to the table where Markus awaits. He stays quiet for the time being, suppressing a smile.

Carl bursts into the door with a big fat smile, this time without his gang, he slides into the booth as he takes out a big meth pipe and starts to smoke it. " Whats happening big chief, Fucken here to lend you a fucken hand.." He looks over towards Rythill and nods towards him

"Same here," Rythill confirms with a nod. "Just point the way and we'll get it fuckin' done."

Nils enters on his own, dressed in urban camo, as if ready for whatever Markus might require. "You have summoned me?" He asks, looking over at Carl and his group with a nod.

"Indeed, but when you hear what I have in mind, you may not be so eager," Markus replies in his thick arab accent. The book in front of him is closed and put away, then he leans forward over the table and rests on his forearms. "The final battle is coming soon. Very soon. However, there is but one more task that remains before the elders may be put to the axe. The Chantry must be destroyed, and the Tremere's power with it. That is why I have summoned you."

" The Chantry... fucken Tremere and fucken gargoyls..." Carl crosses his arms as he puffs away at his meth pipe. " know if they have big defences?"