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Renny turned off of Canal street onto a side road that was the shortcut to Junkin drive and the Mississippi bridge. "Eh, hard to be sure. The Vidalia side isn't well organized and the Gangrel aren't exactly known for keepin' it in their pants, as it were. Seems the Assassamite used to keep in practice by taking out their by-blows and that kept the population down over there. I'm not sure what Cotton and Midnight used to do about it. Maybe I should ask him next time I see him."<br><br> | Renny turned off of Canal street onto a side road that was the shortcut to Junkin drive and the Mississippi bridge. "Eh, hard to be sure. The Vidalia side isn't well organized and the Gangrel aren't exactly known for keepin' it in their pants, as it were. Seems the Assassamite used to keep in practice by taking out their by-blows and that kept the population down over there. I'm not sure what Cotton and Midnight used to do about it. Maybe I should ask him next time I see him."<br><br> | ||
− | "All right," Irina said. | + | "All right," Irina said. 'Vamp count: Unknown. Great''. "Ghouls?"<br><br> |
"Fewer than when we first got here. No one's been willing to try that racket after what happened. I don't think there's been more than a couple and the whole Caroline thing's been making the locals a little leery in that department."<br><br> | "Fewer than when we first got here. No one's been willing to try that racket after what happened. I don't think there's been more than a couple and the whole Caroline thing's been making the locals a little leery in that department."<br><br> | ||
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"I think Eliza is better than her predecessor. How much better?" he shrugged "Eh? Not so clear, but certainly she doesn't burn houses down with kids trapped inside, not at least while I'm around to alter the outcomes. She certainly beats all the likely replacements around here."<br><br> | "I think Eliza is better than her predecessor. How much better?" he shrugged "Eh? Not so clear, but certainly she doesn't burn houses down with kids trapped inside, not at least while I'm around to alter the outcomes. She certainly beats all the likely replacements around here."<br><br> | ||
− | Renny Sighed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice. On a completely unrelated note, would you be interested in staying at my place, at least for a couple of days? | + | Renny Sighed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice. On a completely unrelated note, would you be interested in staying at my place, at least for a couple of days? Lonay would love the daytime company and I figure Eliza's going to notice if you stay in a hotel."<br><br> |
− | "I am. She would. Absolutely," Irina answered, by-the-numbers efficient. ''Stay inside your cover. Moscow Rules, Renny''. She slid another look at him with a genuinely warm albeit small grin. "Thank you." The car slowed and she whipped her attention back outside, reaching for her weapon. " | + | "I am. She would. Absolutely," Irina answered, by-the-numbers efficient. ''Stay inside your cover. Moscow Rules, Renny''. She slid another look at him with a genuinely warm albeit small grin. "Thank you." The car slowed and she whipped her attention back outside, reaching for her weapon. "Target." That one word encompassed a warning, a query, and a command.<br><br> |
Lying down in a bus shelter was the sickly body and pale aura he'd been looking for. "Look, over there. That's our mark. Let's go make his day."<br><br> | Lying down in a bus shelter was the sickly body and pale aura he'd been looking for. "Look, over there. That's our mark. Let's go make his day."<br><br> | ||
− | Irina checked her piece. | + | Irina checked her piece. Loaded. Back-up, too. She swept the man on the bench with a look and completed her threat assessment. He looked damned sick but newly minted vampires were often mentally disoriented, emotionally unstable, and physically unpredictable: a trifecta for disaster if she were unprepared. Irina inventoried the bag at her feet from memory, leaned down, and pulled what she needed. "Remind me to hit a drug store for colloidal silver. I'm running low."<br><br> |
Irina rolled up her sleeves and got ready for work.<br><br> | Irina rolled up her sleeves and got ready for work.<br><br> |