I am the last to enter the vehicle as Sawney speeds away. The stage is set, the actors in place, the curtain drawn, the masquerade shattered. From here, it is left to chance. The likelihood that the Camarilla will be able to cover this up is not good, but it is still a probability that must be considered. We have done what we could to ensure that the Kine find our mess before any kindred do so that by the time news reaches the ears of the local Canites, it will be far too late for their parlor-tricks and spin campaigns, too many will know what happened here cannot be explained away. At the very least, this is one of those things that will live on as an urban legend, perhaps even a conspiracy theory, but it will not be simply quashed.

Each of these 'incidents' serves to fan the flames just a little more. Altering the collective unconsciousness, unraveling the tapestry that our enemy tries so hard to weave.

We are only the Eye of the Storm. Beware the Second Wave...