2012.07.15.Toreador.Treason

Toreador Treason
The team must enter the Toreador haven and steal blackmail documents.
IC Date	June 15, 2012
IC Time	Night
Players	Cash, Andrea, Van, Mary
Location	Shady Grove
Prp/Tp	Crusade
Spheres	Vampire: Sabbat

Shady Grove - Smoke Jumpers - The Bar

Smoke Jumpers is filled with noise and smoke as the mid-shift at the docks gets off and comes in to drown the pain in their backs. Newcomers are always eyefucked in this city, but more so in this bar where the insular community of union longshoremen come to congregate. Despite that, Markus seems to always be left alone in his booth with his iPad and his books. The Hand member is waiting for operatives from Prospect to arrive and keeps himself busy reading a centuries old treatise on the Book of Nod.

Van the Man seems to be the first on there. Eager Van. So ready to prove himself. So hungry to further the will of the sect and spread the wonderful swirl of chaos into a brand new city... He is dressed as he normally is for such meetings. Wife beater. Camo pants. Backpack, guitar case and boots. He doesn't dare speak to Markus, or sit with him. He just stands nearish his table and waits.

Mary has actually decided to be professional this time around. She's dressed in black BDU's and a tank top, her hair back in a knit cap. Her eyes are focused. "Going to do it right this time." she mutters.

Being the huge motherfucker that he is, Cash often gets a wide birth. Those that get close to him tend to not want to be near him for very long, especially the mortals. The old man comes walking in, boots clumping softly, muffled by the dirt underfoot. As he walks farther in, the clopping of his boots becomes louder as he leaves a trail of dirt behind him, shaken off his boots, and even his spurs start to jangle again. He walks towars Marcus' booth, the usual scowl on his face present.

Andrea follows behind Cash, looking ever like the princess as she disdains the filthy place they have to go.

Markus looks up at the arrivals and waves them into his booth. The book is set on the seat next to him and replaced with the ubiquitous iPad. For an elderly organization, the Hand certainly does keep up with technology. "Excellent, we have a good crew this evening," he says casually to the group. "I have a mission that must be done tonight, or may not be accomplished at all. Are you prepared for a hard fight?"

Van the Man steps up to the table and nods slightly to Markus, the fool, adressing the Black Hand operative so directly like that. He stands still and straight. Waiting to hear more.

With that old hoarse drawl, Cash speaks up finally. "And what exactly is that mission? I don't like to sit around and pussyfoot. I want the details so we can get on with this."

"The Toreadors are throwing a lavish party at Elysium this night," Markus begins, his eyes moving off the group and onto his tablet. "They will be away almost to a kindred and the haven will be secured primarily by ghouls. As I'm sure you are all aware, the Toreadors are great horders of secrets. Secrets that it will be most advantageous to have our hands for the coming crusade. Rivalries, petty disputes, locations of havens, perhaps even the secret of the chantry. You will conduct and disguise yourselves as the local Brujah," he glances up with a smirk, "which should not be difficult. Penetrate the heart of their haven and access their vault with the passcodes I will provide you with. Then take as much as you can carry, and leave behind evidence of a Brujah incursion."

Mary looks around. "If you have pictures.." she holds out her hands. "I have faces, for everyone."

Andrea snickers "what. you want us to shit about the place? what markings do you want of Brujah?" she leans on Cash, wanting an answer.

"You'er not touching me, woman." Cash drawls at Mary without even looking in her direction. "I'm sure we can do a convincing job. Throw a few anarchy signs, act like we're some punk fuck youths. The usual stupid shit the ones brainwashed by the Camarilla do."