Sam and the entire pack of Outlaws came rolling into the area. They had one goal at the moment, find Gordan Freemason and get some answers. It wouldn't be so bad if Sam knew someone else, but the Gangrel Biker didn't. He'd begun to see that might be the way Locus had wanted it and wasn't very happy about it.

He'd come in to the area in a war party since for all he knew they were at war. It just didn't pay to take chances like that.  

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Such a group coming into this part of town wont go unnoticed. Gordon was in the process of harassing Teddy but when he hears the bikes all roll in he will give it up and head out. Its rare to see a new face here, envermind a bunch and all with motors...

'Yo Slater, Donnie we got company!' Gordon bellows up the stairs before heading out into the street. Gordon is imposing, even to a group of hardened bikers.

He is tall and build like a side of beef. His head is shaved and his eyes betray the violence and madness he is known for. This being the casual and safe place he isnt wearing his usual head to toe leather. Just his heavy boots and grungy pair of jeans.

Getting off his hog Sam grinned and headed for Gordon as he said,
"Just the one I wanted to see. How the hell are you Bro?
Freakin' Locus left us high and dry so I came to get word.
You heard anything?

Don't sweat the crew Bro. We're not invading, just making sure we aren't wrecked here either,"

'Jesus christ man. Bring the whole fuckin war party for a social call?..'

Gordon shakes his head but seems to calm down when he recognizes Sam. He still gives the hairy eyeball to his crew though... Cant trust anything with a heartbeat.

'Fender turned bitch, or at least thats the perception. He was found beaten to a pulp in that hunt lodge in the mountains. Last we heard he was whispering sweet nothings to the sabbat and they used him up. Hes probably locked away in some bunker of Carters.'

Gordon just spits the truth, he doesnt sugar coat the news of Sams sire for him. Its best he knows what kind of shit hes got tacked onto him if he plans on sticking around...

Sam growled out, "Fender's a freakin' rat?!
Show me the bitch and I'll skin him myself," then with an effort Sam calms down.

Looking a little awkward Sam said,
"Good thing I brought the crew then.

How about earning a big favor Bro?
I need to see your crew boss, who ever's running running weed, and the who ever's running the city.
Can you hook me up?"

'Yeah sure.'

Gordon turns away from San and Yells at the crumbling tenement behind him.

'Slater you mohawked motherfucker get down here!'

Gordon spins back around.

'We dont deal weed so i dont think i can help you there. You might want to talk to one of the druggie licks at the red zone. As for whos running the city? well...'

Gordon takes on a bit of a grin.

'Hes my blood if you can believe that, Carter and your in luck because hes going to be summoning us all to one of the big speech, speech, speech followed by an execution and a speech meetings in a night or two.'

Sam nodded and said,
"If it's freakin' Fender then I'd like to do the job myself.
Let your blood know that Bro?

So this Slater cool or are we going to have a scene Bro?
Just want to offer the man a back up crew out of town to show him I'm not a shithead like Fender, you know?"

*She'd noted the bikers rolling by as she lurked in an alley, research. A brow raised slightly and a smirk emerged because after all bikers were hella good fodder. Usually so ready for a fight, they merely looked the part and that was enough most of the time.

Another glance across the alley from her perch on the fire escape before jumping down into a crouch. She strolled out of the alley and along the street slowly, keeping an eye on the gang. Watches for the tell tale signs.*

Sam was about to continue talking with Gordon when the lady appeared. She walked like she owned the place and that didn't sit right. No normal woman would be walking out here like this.

As she approached he changed his direction careful not to reach for a weapon but keeping where they were in mind. As she came within speaking distance he said, "Haven't seen you before.
Who are you?"

*She sauntered, in no rush and there is no tension in her body. She doesn't reach for any weapon either.* Quite forward aren't we? My name is Bellisa Damita, who the hell are you? *Her hazel eyes move over each member of the group, as if sizing them up.*

Sam chuckled and said, "I'm the two-legged rat catcher. Only someone else has my rat in their trap.

Now I got a new thrill. Find the one who runs the city and the one who runs weed here. Only some might think I'm going rat too. Did ten due to not being one, but they don't know that.

I'm Sam Dawson and I run the Outlaws.
If you can help with the my new thrill then I got a sweet deal for you. If not I don't have the time..."

You don't have the time... *She repeats then laughs aloud, an almost pleasant sound if it wasn't mocking him.* You have no idea who you're talking to boy, I don't care who you run. I've run with much bigger fish then you sweetcheeks.

I could help you with one of your issues... but what's in it for me? Us old folks don't do people favors for nothing unless we really like them and you doll are not on my list.

*She is sure to emphasize the words sweetcheeks and doll in front of his crew. She then folds her arms over her chest, fixing her cold stare on him.* Now... try a little more respect in your tone and make me an offer I can't refuse and I will get you in touch with the right people. As for rats, I have no interest in them, eventually they all die a death fitting them.

Gordon gives Sam a small nudge with his elbow. The Malkavian towers over Bellisa, yet his facial expression says do not fuck with this bitch...

'Eyyy, Bellisa... Congratulations on your new position.'

Gordon does fonzy and a weird bow... now where did he hear about her keeper deal...

*A glance to Gordon and a nod.* Why thank you... it's nice to see someone stays informed. Must keep your ear to the ground since as far as I know it hasn't been announced yet.

Sam smiled and said, "Ok. Ms. Damita I would like to be of service to you. A biker gang full of ghouls and blood dolls could be handy. The weed we sell can be a big attraction and money maker. If you would aid me to become part of the Cammirilla then we would all be greatly in your debt..."

*She circles Sam now, studying him* How do I know you're trustworthy? Why should I help you when I don't know you. You offer people and a draw but do you not think I could get all that on my own? I have quite a following... very popular you know. *She stops and leans in, eyes narrowed a little.* YOU could be a spy...traitor even. In that case I should kill you... *A glance to Gordon.* Would you stand up for him?

Gordon is hesitant to put his neck out for anyone but one of his coiterie. But he nods to Bellisa in Sams support.

'He thinks a little highly of his crew but hes alright. Nothing like his sire...'

Gordon alludes to Locus Fender, who Bellisa undoubtably knows as one of the traitors in torpor in either Zaines or Prince Carter's basement...

Mmhmm...let's hope not. She mutters to Gordon then takes a moment to stare at Sam and decide.* You're lucky to have someone willing to stand up for you after that whole mess. Do not screw it up.

I will need a way to contact you. Give me a few days to get in touch with some people on your behalf.

I come down a flight of stare to see a whole lot of trouble. "Hello Bellisa what the hell did one boy do to get you’re presence here?" I chuckle hoping I don’t get wrath of an elder. I look at biker, " I don't believe we have met my name is Slater." He shoots out his hand two shake.

*A brow raises slightly at Matthew* How do you know I'm not here for you? *She isn't but it's a polite warning to watch himself though she is amused right now by him, that can wear thin very fast.* I merely was drawn by the sound of a crowd...and was propositioned by this one. *Points to Sam* In a good way of course or he'd have no head right now. *A faint chuckle erupts from her throat.*