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're 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."

"I leave it up to your imagination," Markus says as he slides the iPad over to Cash. "We have a partial, outdated schematic of the haven. It is located in a mid-sized tower downtown. The vault is in the penthouse. There are several means of entry. The front door, the roof, or the sewers. The roof would be the most obvious, but more heavily guarded then the rest. The lobby is guarded by several ghouls that act as rent-a-cops policing traffic throughout the building. The sewer has only mundane, electronic surveillence to protect it."

Van the Man takes out a cell phone with as much power as a shitty laptop and taps it. "Sir, can you send me the schematics?" he asks, and gives any information needed to do so. He doesn't comment on means of entry. He leaves such to Cash to decide...Like anyone would listen to him, anyway.

"A few nigger caps and we can bust our way in through the guards." Cash drawls, eying the ipad, and then shoving it in Van's direction, so he won't have to personally deal with the device.

Mary consders "They should be easy enough. It sounds like hte swers are the best bet. Nothing we can't take out."

The information is quickly uploaded to Van's mobile after Markus retrieves the tablet. "Beware, the ghouls are quite powerful, but I'm sure you will be fine," he says, "Ghoul, you also have the access codes for the vault. To the best of my knowledge they are current. Is there anything you need before you depart?"

Van the Man shakes his head slightly and slips his phone back into his pocket. "So, no stealth? We go in guns blazing like we're declaring war here?"

Mary offers "Oh! If we're not being subtle. I know what I'm doing." Bad marion.

Andrea is quiet, listening, buffing her nails.

"If we're going to pretend to be Brujah, to put the heat on them.. The more damage we cause, the more upfront we have to be. Run in like some raving moron punk kids, smash the place up, take what we're after, and get out." Cash drawls at Van, holding up a hand to give that 'shut up' gesture. "We want to sell the image that we're those dumb fucks, so we're going to act like them. Pretend we're all about their stupid anarchy and chaos bullshit. And at th esame time, we do more fucking damage to the camarilla assets. Weaken them."

Andrea perks up "pink. I want pink spray paint. I will put those pretty pink v things up" she makes the anarchy symbol with fingers

"I applaud your attitude Cash," Markus says and pulls a duffel bag out from underneath the booth. The cainite sets it down on the table with a heavy thump and opens it. Inside is a collection of grenades, plastique, blasting caps, and a few firearms with ammunition to match. "Take what you need, and use it in good health. Now get going, the night is short and time is wasting."

Andrea takes the WHOLE DAMN BAG

Van the Man just shakes his head and sneers slightly. "Andrea...You fucked up so bad last time you tried to use explosives. Give me some of them, at least." he says softly. "In all due respect, of course..."

Andrea grumps "I did not FUCK UP. You were calling out weird things. I like the blow up balls!" she states, as she and Van go to a side table to root in the goodie bag.

Van the Man cuts his eyes to Cash. "She called them blow up balls...Come on, man."

Mary smiles. "Let me have some of them Andrea. Don't hog all the fire."

"Say what you want, but noone's going to stop her from kicking the shit out of you if you do." Cash drawls, sounding slightly irritated. "Now shut the fuck up. We've got to get ready to kill shit." He holds out a hand towards Andrea, as if expecting her to hand over the bag. "Let's get out of here, we've got to get ready to kill some stupid motherfuckers."

Andrea slips a few blow up balls in her pockets and hands the bag to Cash, "we gotta stop for spray paint. I need to get some pink shit" she tells Cash as she sticks her tongue out to Van, loping out in her haughty pretty pretty princess walk.

Shady Grove - Blue Heaven Towers - Lobby

The lobby of this building is a beautiful 1940's piece of art-deco architecture. High sculpted columns of granite frame the entrance and hold up the three story ceiling. The floor is black marble buffed to a precise shine. At the far end is a set of six elevators. Between the doors and then are two security stations, each sporting two guards and a metal detector. The guards are mostly bullshitting and goofing around, as the building is technically closed and hardly anyone ever bothers them on the night shift.