I come into the strip club walk up to the door man, "Hey i'm looking for paige have you seen her around." The doorman give me the o.k to go in and i grab a seat at the bar and wait for her arrival.

Paige Hates this place. But it makes for a good base of operations. She usually hangs out in a private area out back. When informed of Slaters arrival she will come out, tugging on a short leather jacket as she does.

'I kinda figured none of our kind ever came to this place.'

She says by way of greeting as she takes the stool next to Slater.

He talk to in very calm voices
"Hey i need you take me in to the Big P. Yea some shit went down in my stomping ground tonight with some very unwanted guest.I took care of the fuckers but broke a law in the process." He points to his face showing the boils. "I did the crime so i guess it time to see lawman and just give up with out a fight."  He look really calm for the situation he got him self into.  

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'We are at war Slater.'

Paige tells him in an even tone. Her dark eyes narrow and she leans in a bit to look at his developing, or maybe receeding, boils.

'Unless you sucked down a local the big boss isnt going to much care. In fact he might congratulate you.'

Satisfied, Paige leans back and looks at Slater again.

'Ill take you to him all the same.'

"Hey law is law and it just formality in war." he look at her "Hell i can still pass on some info about what i learn being the only group that survive an ambush."

Paige nods, she wants to hear all about it. Odds are she will be toe to toe with Sabbat before her time as Deputy runs out. She needs all the info she can get.

'Lets go for a ride then.'

Paige says and slips off the stool. She wont say another word until Slater is in her car, a sleek black Audi, and they are moving.

'How many were there?'

"Hey I need to grab something from my car." He goes retrieve a duffle bag. "Pop the trunk if you don't mind." He follow her jump shot gun in her ride, "Only two, it was plan ambush but we had the advantage since Teddy, and Donnie was there. I still took bad beaten since I had to jump back and forth in the fight." He shows her the huge spike gash on his chest and his back.  

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[Lol, Tommy=Donnie? Tommy is the useless Red Zone drug dealer.]

Paige inspects the wound as best as she can while driving.

'What did they do, get you with a spear?'

The drive will take them to the congested downtown area. Even Paige doesnt know where the Prince makes his haven.

He just making small talk beacuse he knows that he will have to repeat everything here in a second. " Yea i wish it was a spear it has fucking bone spike that it used as blade. Kinda like fuck up creature we saw in that video in court but it was design all half ass. I know it was a vamp but not a  fucking clue what clan?"

Paige just shakes her head. She doesnt have a clue. All she knows about the Sabbat is that they are diablerie addicted monsters and dangerous, every last one.

In a moment the Audi is parked in front of a tall office building just a few blocks from Venture Estates. THis is likely a place Slater has never been.

'Our Prince can be found here some nights. He maintains a few offices across the city.'

She will exit the vehicle and lead Slater inside, they take a silent mirrored elevator up a dozen floors before the doors open. There is a short hallway with red walls and two sturdy men in armored vests who hold sub-machineguns flank the door at the end.

He grab the bag from the trunk when he exit the car. When he walk by the guard, "God damn Paige i really need a TOOL right now." His voice raises when he get to the tool part. Ahh it good to be a dick sometime. He follow Paige where ever she lead him too.  

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One of the guards narrows his eyes at Slater, but they are well trained. Carter wouldnt tolerate a mere ghoul showing even a douche-bag anarch disrespect.

Paige shoulders open the heavy door to the Princes office. It is likely exactly what Slater would imagine. The massive desk probably cost more than the tenement Slater calls home. The office is richly decorated with dark woods and brass accents. there is a large fireplace and a few large paintings of figures in centuries old dress with their faces obscured as if the painter had rubbed away their features.

Carter sits behind the desk in a commanding chair. He looks weary, as if he already recieved bad news this evening.

[Slater please roll perception and alertness, diff 8.]

Slater rolls 4 dice to noticing shit (Diff 8) 7,9,8,7 (2 successes) Damn dice roller like slater.

Slater come in scope out one of the offices of the mad Prince. He easy distracted by decor because it window into the soul of the person who design it. he snap out of it and began to project a relax mood. "Good evening Prince Carter, I'm turning my self in to  you." He walks up to the desk making sure that the Prince always has the Dominator role. "Well I'm doing this out of formality because i know the laws are little different when we are under siege. ummm tonight my group was ambush by Sabbat and things got a little out of hand and i drank one bastard soul down." He point to boils on his face. "Yea it was a Nos. I just thought that this was good enough reason to pass the info that i learn from the bum rush to you." he waits to continued to see how he react so he can try judge how to convey his actions.

Slater picks up on something odd. Carter is obviously sitting right in front of him, and this should be a very tense situation but the mad prince just doesnt have the same overbearing presence he normally does. Its as if someone took the wind out of his sails....

Carter leans forward on the desk and looks Slater in the face. Paige remains in her spot a few paces back to slaters right side. This is his gig, not hers.

'In times of war certain things can be considered spoils of war. Some of your peers might not see it that way, but neither I nor my sheriff will hold the act against you. Tell me, how many Sabbat attacked you and your coiterie?'  

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Slater pull out sketch book and a pencil and began to draw as he talks. "Ummm it was only two of them and it seems that they were gunning for me but lucky i had teddy and Donnie to back me up. Yah I'm drawing out a quick picture of one them because it kind hard to visualize if i just explain it. i think i really need to portray it properly." Slater look at the drawing after he done and he is not happy with the result the scale is off.  


Slater rolls 6 dice to a quick sketch 3,6,5,7,1, 1 (failure)

"I do not mean to waste any of your precious time but this sketch is not right and i will draw another one." He stop talking and just draw for about 5 minutes focus only on the sketch. He seems to be in his own world once he started to redrawing making sure it meet his standard.

Slater rolls 6 dice to drawing ugly fucker 3,7,10,2,9, 1 (2 successes)

he snap out it after he finish the sketch. "Sorry about that their a little bit perfectionism that come with the rose."
He hand over the sketch to prince and than shows his wound on his chest to help visualize the size of the creature. "Yea that spike   went trough me and if you just by size of the wound mark. you can  how large the creature was."  

Carter and Paige wait patiently as Slater draws and then re-draws his attacker. Carter looks the drawing over but his voice comes from behind Slater.

The ruse is suddenly clear. Carter sits in the chair and Carter stands behind Slater as if appearing from thin air. Paige jumps but doesnt say anything as the Prince passes beetween them to pick up the drawing. His body double clearly wouldnt understand the signifigance.

'This resembles the monster from the tape Hyde had. Please tell me you captured this thing in tact?'

The Carter who appeared stands with Slater, the one at the desk keeps his mouth shut and his eyes have fallen to the desk.

As Prince number two pop up Slater thinking to himself FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKME!
He keeps his cool nature about him as he continued to talk. "I'm sorry to say, that we did not capture it alive. It hit me with the spike and I was on my last move so I went all out with my knife. I end up cutting it torso and Teddy got a good punch in blew the bastard in half." He opens the top of the duffle bag and hand it over to the princes. "I'm not really sure if dead or not but I thought you could find some use for it.”

Carter hesitantly accepts the large torso and sets it on the desk. He peels back the things lips to look in its mouth and finds them full of fangs. That is confirmation enough for Carter and he will circle the desk to retrive a hardwood Stake, lathed to a wicked point with a black leather bound handle.

'This will serve as a great example of Sabbat madness. Tell me, Slater, did this thing speak?'

Carter asks though he assumes it could not. He will coldly and efficiently drive the stake, with a crunch and the sound of popping flesh, through the creatures ribcage and heart with one hand.

[Carter has sufficient Potence to auto-stake an immobile or torpid opponent.]

"No it was just growling and screaming. Yeah those bones rip through flesh like a hot knife through butter." He point to one of it bone blade.

"I hope this is useful we had one Nos Stake alive but I needed blood to walk out of situation and not draw to much attention in the neighborhood. I did not want any pigs being called if I came out crawling with a huge hole in my chest." He shrugs and look at the prince, "Yeah, I know Donnie wanted to bring Nos in but I had to protect the Masquerade. We had too many breeches of lately when Kindred get careless and sloppy." Slater hope his logic is enough not to bring to much wrath of the Mad Prince.

“I am sorry we could not get the Nos here but I have feeling that his death will only aid us in the end as we go up against this force in the future.”  He lowers his head down and rubs his right hand through his greasy and unclean hair and has expression of worried on his face. “I’m still trying to figure out why we were targeted because honestly we are nobody in the city.”    He began to tap his hand on top of his hand as he think about the situation.  

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Carter releases his grip on the stake and steps away from the torso. The creature didnt so much as twitch when the foot long hardwood was driven through its heart.

'The truth is we rarely get much when we interrogate Sabbat prisoners. They are fanatics and mad to the core. Noone will fault you for what you did to that monster.'

Carter returns to a nuetral pose, considering Slaters words. He nods to the young Toreadors concerns about being targeted and offers the only explanation he can relate.

'This domain stood against the Sabbat before over a century ago. When they came then they struck at the poorer areas first where mortal authorities dont respond as fast. They burned factories and killed many of the Brujah who lived with the lower class Kine. I dont believe you were targeted as much as you were a target of opportunity. Did these Sabbat come directly for your coiterie or did they draw your attention by attacking the herd you protect?'