Quinn has kept mostly to himself ever since his attempt to help the cities Kindred a number of months back.  He was present at the last court and was able to see the goings on of the cities Elite but stayed wonderfully out of sight lying silently on top of the boxcar Mr. Hyde so graciously procured for the event.

With the help of Mr. Grey, Quinn has gone about setting up his own little section of the Hovel, the Neural center of the cities conduits, cabling trunks, everything.  The city lives and breathes around the Nosferatu's home, which suits a Clan of information hoarders just perfectly.

Quinn's little chanty is setup in the corner of the main room across from Greys information center.  An old and very dirty Australian flag serves as an entrance covering to a cozy little next of old comforters, partially destroyed pillows, and various other things to serve as a makeshift bed.  The various other small nick-nacks that Quinn travels with have been spread around his little shack and the small openings in it's walls of old car doors and broken concrete give him a clear view of the main entrances into the Hovel.

[If noone objects i am hereby hijacking this thread to be the continuation of Buggys return from the sewers.]

Grey, as usual is at his console watching bug eyed as life above unfolds on his many monitors. Quinn likely would have heard him talking to someone over his headset and now Grey will yell across the hovel at his broodmate.

'Hey Quinn, Buggys comin down. Is that south tunnel still clear or are you storin shit up there again?'

"Bloody Fuckin' Hell, how does she always pick the tunnel where I've had to cram all my crap..."

Quinn will scuffle out of his little shack and disappear down the southernmost tunnel only for Grey to hear vast scraping sounds coming from withing.

Shortly thereafter Quinn will emerge dragging two massive iron bound trunks side by side with large masses of various blankets, car pieces, cabling, books, and any number of other things that easily had blocked most of the tunnel so that only the little beasties and water could get through.

Quinn grumpily shoves all of the pile into a deserted corner of the hovel and heads back to his little shack, hanging a corner of his flag up so that he has an open "door"

"That women is gonna make me hurt myself one of these days!  Why's she always gotta pick a different tunnel..."

"It's easier than tracking you down and asking you to move your stuff..."  She said a few moments later as she arrived in the Hovel.  Really...it had nothing to do with Quinn or Hyde or even Mr. Grey...She didn't want to ever come so close to one of THEM again.  

Grey laughs at all Quinns fussing. Noise down in the hovel is a good thing. It gets real lonely down here when everyones above ground or spread out.

'Im suprised that short cut didnt flood out all the way. Thanks for being a good sport Bug.'

Grey will spin his chair around so he is facing away from his screens. He uses long double jointed fingers to scratch at the smooth top of his head. On a short table next to Greys setup is a small duffel bag with wires sticking out of its open top.

"I'm not the one who has to keep moving their stuff..."  she said with a bit of a shrug as orbs shifted from Quinn to Mr. Grey...all thought stopped for a moment when she dug her nails into the underside of her forearm to scratch feverishly and mutter a few curses under her breath directed towards neither of them...her face contorting into a twisted expression of annoyance...Finally she produced an ugly little worm...twice the size of a housefly an irridescent greenish blue body that caught the light...and perhaps if one managed to get close enough in those few moments they would have noted the orangey eyes...she promptly threw it down on the ground and then mutilated it into a pulp of once life with her heel...

One down...ten thousand to go...

Her eyes focused back on her present company..."So...the museum?"

Grey watches in morbid fascination as Buggy rips insects from her flesh. Grey is glad he doesnt have that particular affliction, his attention to the monitors would likely suffer greatly...

'Yes, the Museum.'

Grey cracks a grin and pets the bag at his side.

'Ive got audio bugs, a few digital wireless cameras and one little infrared beauty. I assume your familiar with all these?'

Grey narrows not just his eyes but his entire face. Theres nothing he likes less than people wrecking his shit through incompetency. Thats exactly why he stopped asking Hyde to help him rig electronics almost 20 years ago...

"Not gunna pretend to be the technowiz you are Grey...you wouldn't mind giving me a quick basics of the basics, any particular little bit of tweaking needed to be done once they're in place?  Would ya?"  She could probably figure it out...but when you were trying to be discreet...and trying to get in and out as soon as possible...well it was a little prudent to have everything working in your favor wasn't it?

Grey nods once and launches right into his spiel.

'This one here is the real king.'

He plucks the infrared camera from the bag with his elongated fingers and waves it in front of Buggys nose.

'Real simple, just make sure its switched on and the transmitter is green. Then even if the degenerates cut the lights and have an orgy, we get to see it.'

He drops the camera back in the bag and picks up the others.

'These are all the same, they auto focus and i can adjust them from here. So just watch your angles and we will be golden.'

The final items are the audio bugs, small microphones with antennaes, they look homemade.

'You have to keep these at least twenty feet away from eachother or you will get nasty feedback. They have self adhesive pads so they can go anywhere they can be hidden.'

Grey drops the bug back in the bag and stepples his long fingers under his chin.

'Any questions?'

"Not like you're asking me to launch a rocket into space..."  she paused, scratched at her left cheek, and then nodded once, and then again...

"Yeah I got jist of it...What way am I taking in?"

Grey spins around in his chair, taps a few keys and puts a blueprint of the museum up on his main screen. he reaches up with his right hand and taps the screen, sending a little circle of color out around his fingertip.

'Theres an air conditioning system that can be accessed outside with a little collateral damage. It will be tight and youll have a bit of climbing to do but its easier than playing dodge the cameras.'

She nodded a bit to that...

Sometimes she wished she could walk around without worrying about who saw...it wasn't like she asked to look like this...

Stupid Pretty boys...

"Alright...sounds pretty straight foreward..."

'It should be a walk in the park. All you have to do is pry the cooling unit off the air conditioning and you should be able to get right into the vent. Your looking to get into the fourth floors west wing.'

Grey nods and picks up the duffel bag, he closes the zipper and holds the bag out to Buggy.

'Ill owe you huge if this goes off right.'

"Don't jinx it!"  she said as she snatched the bag out of his hands and put it over her shoulder...she exhaled though she didn't recall inhaling recently...

"Suppose I'm off then..."  And if there was nothing further...it was off to the museum...

'One last thing!'

Grey calls out, he stands for a moment to retrieve another custom built little piece of electronics. It looks like a homemade walkie talkie with an earpiece attached to it.

'So i dont have to make phones ring or lights flash to tell you the police are on the way.'

Buggy picked up the offered piece of equipment, looked it over with that same near smiling expression finding it's way back to her features..."Beautiful..."  

She plugged the little ear piece in...tucked away the walkie...and she was off...mental note...Watch Grey work sometime...

After 'Buggy' had left, Mr. Grey heard a voice come from across the Hovel, in the opposite end of the place. It sounded almost like a car scrapping another one. "Hello, anybody home?"

Theres only three four voices Grey knows are okay to hear this far down. When someone gets past all his cameras, all his sensors and all his traps and still finds him, its cause for panic. Grey stands up like he was electrocuted to his full, near seven foot height, he snatches something from next to his computer as he spins, tattered coat whirling about him. The next thing Kruegur will see is a gout of flame and hear a deafening bang before he feels a hit about the force of a sledgehammer dead center in his chest.

2009-01-15 23:56:15 Mister Grey rolls 5 dice to Dex+Firearms (used willpower) 2,1,10,10,10 (3 successes)
2009-01-15 23:56:44 Mister Grey rolls [3 successes, +8 shotgun]11 dice to Shotgun Damage 6,6,2,8,6, 10,1,1,3,6, 8 (5 successes) Halved and rounded down to 2 damage. Kruegur can soak.  

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2009-01-16 00:07:37 Kruegur rolls 2 dice to Soaking the blast 1,8 (failure)

Upon impact drops to the floor and puts his hands out in front of him. "Okay damn it I am one of you guys. You can stop shooting.My name is Kurt I came from LA."  

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Grey holds the smoking, ancient looking double barrelled shotgun in one hand so he can press a finger to his earpiece and call to Hyde and Quinn.

'Guys we have an intruder in the hovel, I need help now!'

Grey stalks forward, his bugged eyes darting around the tunnels for any friends who came with Kruegur. He still has one good slug loaded in the other barrell and he keeps the gun trained on the now flat-on-his-back Krueger.

'You fuckin aint one of us, you think im stupid? stay down!'

[Grey holds an action to Shoot Krueger again if he tries to get up.]