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?"

Nils is at full attention. "A chance to get even with the usurpers." He says. "Count me in." He says. "Good question, Carl. Have we scouted the defenses?"

Rythill's eyebrows lift. "You're fucking shitting me..." he murmurs, then looks to Carl. "How the fuck did you not tell me we had the fuckin' ancients at a fuckin' crossroads? We're on the last step to Gehenna and we're sitting in a fuckin' bar? What the fuck gives? Let's got stake those ancient fuckers!"

Rythill brings his fist down on the table, adding, "Fer fuck'sake!"

"Well, I am pleased to see that you are all ready and eager," Markus says as he turns and brings out some paperwork. "The Chantry is a historic building, therefore we have schematics of parts of it. At least we know where the public utilities hook up and have a floorplan. However, the plan is most likely misinformation, except for a key part: the basement and boiler room. Your objective is that boiler room. I want you to attach an explosive device to it and then make your escape before the fireworks. You will go just before dawn when the Tremere are most likely to all be gathered there for the coming day. That gives you a very tight time table to get in, plant the device, and then make good your escape."

Markus looks at Carl and shakes his head. "We know very little of the defenses of the Chantry. Attempts to infiltrate it have universally failed, and passive surveillence only tells us so much. What I can tell you is that there appears to be a large number of ghouls at all hours of the day, and there does not appear to be any type of electronic monitoring or alarm equipment installed. Beyond that, you will have to find out when you encounter it."

Rythill nods slowly. "So... you're saying we've found the Chantry of the fucking Tremere Antideluvian? Are you fuckin' shitting me right now? Is this for fucking real?" He stares at Markus questioningly, trying to figure out if he's being fucked with. Rythill looks to Carl to get a sense of if he thinks he's getting fucked with maybe

"We have a misunderstanding," Markus says, "This is the chantry for the Tremere in and around Shady Grove. There is no antedilevian there. When I referred to elders, I was referring to those old enough to be in command of Elysium here."

"Ah, okay then." Rythill confirms with a slow nod, settling back down. "Has anyone thought to go after some of their ghouls first? Maybe turn one or two of them into spies for the night?" Rythill suggests.

Nils nods "Still, old enough to cause a problem. Lets take care of them before they take care of us."

"Mary here carries the fucken explosives... wheres tge trigger?" He opens his palm with a big fat smile, as he looks at Nils, before he lookd back at Marcus. " The trigger please, ductap to wrap it around mary"

Markus gives Carl a withering stare, then returns to business as usual. "If you would like to try to identify and turn a ghoul, you have the time to attempt it. However, it is imperative that the ghoul not be discovered, or all our work here so far may have been for naught," he explains as he reaches beneath the table for one of his ubiquitous black duffel bags. It is set on the table with a very heavy thud. "The device is on a ten minute timer. This is fixed and cannot be changed."