So once the girls retrieved Kara from the cathedral, the car drove them quickly to the industrial district... Lydia hopped out and waited for the rest, her eyes scanning quickly around.. she seems much, MUCH more calm here than at the cathedral.. And then she's looking for Carter.

Carter will be awaiting the crowded little car in one of the warehouses. Anonymity out here is security. You could drive for fifteen minutes and not tell one warehouse from the next unless you knew where to look.

The driver knows exactly where to go and will pull into a decrepid warehouse full of old cargo containers perched near the decaying flood-wall that overlooks the lake.

The car will drive right inside the warehouse and stop as Carter seems to just step into the headlight beams from nowhere...

Luna is next to step out. She smoothes out her dress, turnng an open hand toward Kara to help her out of the van.

*Kara stares straight ahead, it seems as though she is not paying attention to where they are going but on the contrary. She locks buildings, garbage, rubble in her brain creating a map in her brain.

*The girls step out and then does she. She fluffs out her skirts then steps between them both, looks from one to the other and gives them reassuring smiles.* Ladies...shall we?

Carter looks very displeased and Kara aught to know why. He does not approach them or the vehicle, but reminas in the headlights with his eyes locked on Kara.

'What the fuck were you thinking?'

Each word is stressed and punctuated by his clearly angry tone.

*Kara curtsies at Carter, then raises her eyes to his.* Clearly not what you are thinking I was thinking, my Prince. *She says calmly, respectfully.* Is there not always a method and reason for our madness? *From her tone it sounds like Little Lady Insane may have a plan up her frilly sleeve.*

'There had better be and you had better detail your reasonings now.'

Carters tone remains threatening. Even though Kara is of his clan she will have to be punished. More than likely a symbolic slap on the wrist than anything, after all, Carter looks out for his blood however he can but even Malkavians can prove defective and worthy of being put down...

If I may be so bold...Sire, I assume you speak of the Diamond shop? *She awaits no reply, she's sure that is what has angered her Prince.*

I simply thought that it was time someone took action on trying to help rid us of the Sabbat. *Simply said.

She had told Solomon she would help however she could...this is how she could...and well, if some idiot mortal tasted good in the prosess, well that was just a bonus for her.*  

'I fail to see how shooting up a diamond shop with blue-blood ties has anything to do with the Sabbat. Continue your explanation, make this make sense.'

Carter demands, his eyes have not left Kara since she got out of the car. He keeps his distance like an angry father afraid he will shake her death if he lets himself within arms reach.

*She does not believe she needs to go into an indepth explanation, surly the Prince is smart enough to comprehend...just because they are insane does not mean they are not clever!* I was incognito, my Prince...it would be quite difficult for one to realize that it was me. Though I am certain the side of my Maseratti showed quite well...not many of them on the streets of the City, wouldn't you agree? *without turning her reason into a novel she concludes.* We could plant the car, and perhaps also the attire on the Sabbat.

Carter shakes his head, not lightening up at all.

'If i could find the sabbat to be able to plant something on them do you think they would still be plauging my city!!'

Carter goes from frustrated to insulted and yelling once more, his voice dropping at least an octave and a half to a near demonic bellow.

AS Father bellows, Luna reaches out to her sister, hugging her close. Father's rage always frightened her and in this stressful time, she reverts back. Cowering back, clinging to her sister like a frightened child.

*Kara holds her ground, not moving nor showing fear.* My Prince knows that I would never do anything to insult him, on the contrary I only wanted to help you...the rest of us.

*She does not take on the form of a weak, eye-lash batting beauty to try to charm him, rather she takes a step forward and with gentle tones in her enchanting voice she speaks,* If my Prince feels that what I am saying was disrespectful or that my intentions where anything but for the good of our clan...the Camarilla, your subjects and your children then kill me. *Kara slowly kneels before him, slipping one of her pistols out of the holder and lifts it to him...an offering. If he thinks she wanted to do anything but good for them then he can shoot her into oblivion. But her tone is sincere, all she wanted to do was try to help for she thought that if someone did not start a spark, the fire to smoke the Sabbat snakes out of their holes may start too late.*

'Your courage is misguided.'

Carter says to Kara in an almost gentle tone. He has taken a complete swing from angered to endeared. He looks down at the offered pistol as if she had offered him a bent twig of wood. Carter tried a flintlock once, back when they came into common use. He finds the noise and the smoke to be an affront to his powerful senses.

'Your deed clearly wasnt thought through but it was covered up as only one kindred could have managed so there was minimal harm done to our delicate Masquerade.'

Carter will flick his fingers, bidding Kara to stand.

'In that regard you will be spared public punishment. But, i will insist that you repay this grand favor at your earliest possibility.'

Carter will lock his eyes on Karas face again, taking on the grave tone that started this odd meeting once again.

'I hate to see one of my blood so indebted to the Ventrue.'

*Kara rises gracefully and in the same motion her pistol is slipped back into its place. Head tilts, eyes rise to Carter's, listening...someone screwed up her plan? And then they say Malkavian's are the insane ones. Neither her car or her clothes will be spared anyway.* Perhaps I should have told you about my plan before I went though with it, sire.

*A tilt of her head...repay someone who is the reason her plan must be reused elsewhere? Repayment...the story of her unlife.* Thank you, sire...for being so gracious. But, *her eyes narrow slightly in bewilderment, she hopes that it is not what she thinks...* why must I repay a Ventrue?

Carter crosses his arms, assuming a statue-like pose of surreal calm.

'Because it was a Ventrue who turned your on-camera feeding into an elaborate hoax to increase diamond sales. No other Ventrue than Sasha Moreau im afraid...'

Carter hasnt spoken with the Ventrue elder yet, but theres no other alternative. Noone weilds control over the electronic media like Sasha, not even Arturo, who routinely snacks on the news anchor...

I do not know Ms. Moreau in person, but I shall be sure to thank her as well. *What is it they say...things happen for a reason? This better be one VERY good friggen reason.

*She tilts her head at the Prince.* Do not worry, my Prince. *She declares,* I will do no such thing to further your upset.Perhaps my thoughts on helping were ill-advised, but my concern came stright from my soul, of that you can be certain of. *Kara looks from one girl to the other, she'd try her best to make sure these two beautiful creatures feel no harm at the hands of the Sabbat. Funny, she didn't feel this strongly until she met them...children...such a beautiful sorrow!*

'You will go to the Venture towers downtown tonight.'

Carter instructs Kara. She should know the place, its the second tallest building in the city. A financial powerhouse and one of the easiest recognizable landmarks.

'Miss Moreau is your elder, even if she is of another clan. You should expect to repay her favor whatever she asks for.'

*Kara acts unfrazzled or even intimidated by Carter due to the fact that she holds him in such high respect. If he wants her to visit Ms. Moreau, then she shall...what's one more task...right?* I shall go right this moment.

*She curtsies to him and the girls with a delicate smile on her lips. Then she pivots quickly, she shall walk to the towers, after all it is a night meant for savouring the air that can no longer fill your lungs. And like a dark raven her coat flaps befor her, the inkyness meshing into the midnight hue as she moves towards the streets.*

Carter watches as Kara dissapears. He will smile gently at his children and approach them.

'You have done well my darlings. I am pleased.'

Carter will tap on the window and instruct the driver to send a message to Zaine that he is not to hunt down Kara Miya, as she has already been dealt with...