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"You're certainly closer to this than I am." Jack concedes. "I'll follow your lead. That being said, we should get back to the newbies."

"I saw him with my own eyes." Jack says a bit shook, definitely not a state you are used to seeing the Ventrue bruiser in.

"After the old man said that Capone wasn't dead, I did a little research looking into where Scarface's haunts were when he could still look at the sun without bursting into flame...turns out he went back to basics. He ran his bootlegging business out of Cicero, and Cicero is where I saw him. Don't get me wrong, I'm curious...but I didn't approach him...not really sure if I should or even want to." Jack says, clearly conflicted.

Dr. Baker and Savanna, take it away with the conversation, assuming of course that Savanna answers the phone.

Ladislav returns the message promptly. Right away, sir.

While waiting for your driver to arrive, you send out a group text, surprisingly, you get a response from Jack. Hey Edwin. Sorry about the silence. Got a question, who the f#++ is this guy with the dog that's in our place?

"How convenient, there's the man himself. Let's just see if your story checks out." he says, typing a message into the phone.

"Dr. Baker, because you mention a mutual acquaintance from Gary, I suppose I can meet with you tomorrow night. Are you familiar with the Mount Greenwood neighborhood? If you want to talk, meet me at the Mount Greenwood Park Fieldhouse tomorrow night at nine."

"Is there anything else for tonight, Edwin?"

"If there is nothing else..." he says, gesturing toward the door to the office.

Evelyn provides you with number to reach Anita at. "Is there anything else, Dr. Baker?" the self-styled Baron of Gary asks.

If there isn't anything else, I trust you will be calling Anita?

Be careful out there... the voice says as you leave.

Where to, or what would you like to do next?

Changing the subject, he says, "Indeed, it is my turn I suppose."

He begins, "Your clan has suffered a few setbacks in recent nights. Vienna destroyed, the Regent of Milwaukee breaking off to form her own house, more locally, Nicolai leaving. Tell me, young Edwin, what do you know of the desires of the new head of your clan in this city, Abraham DuSable?"

The voice goes silent for a bit before adding. If you choose to join me, meet me below the 35th and Cermak station on the redline tomorrow night.

Which ever one you want, you now have a contact number for.

"Yes, we did have to relinquish some of the raw power we held over mortal institutions in order have that peace, and that was something the Patricians would never stand for. They used their influence to convince the Magisters, Childer of Malkav, and the Artisans to help them in their quest to destroy our Utopia. Add to that our ongoing issues with Saracens and Serpents native to the region and it was simply too much for Carthage to survive the combined might of four clans actively working against her and two others clawing for the scraps." he says almost wistfully."[/b]

She pauses a moment before offering. "I'll tell you what, I'll give your thanks to Hawk and give him your number. If he wants to speak with you, he'll reach out. Fair enough?"

"I suppose there are other ways we could go about this." he says, "Perhaps rather than acting as an intermediary, you could acquire the building from me yourself. What you do with it from there is of little consequence to me. I recognize that in effect there is little difference in what you have requested and what I suggest, but there is a distinct difference in the eyes of the law, both mortal and Kindred. Surely you understand, right?"

I would offer you an Intelligence + Politics roll, but he difficulty would be 3 successes at difficulty 8, and you only have 2 dice. If you are still wanting to attempt a roll, I will change it to 2 successes at difficulty 9, but be warned of what may happen on a botch.

"I would be willing to entertain that notion, young one." the Brujah elder says with a predatory grin beginning to widen on his ancient face. "The question becomes, what is it you are willing to pay for this arrangement?"

Maldavis - Maldavis is a Caitiff who is rumored to have come from Tremere stock, who revolted against Lodin's rule and nearly managed to overthrow him. She wants to bring Prince Jackson down. While she was too wrapped up in her grief to strike back, she always hoped she would one day have a chance to take vengeance on Prince Lodin. The War of Chicago took that from her, so his childe will have to do.

Maldavis reaches out to anyone of any background who is open to her idea of a horizontal leadership for the city, even the thin-bloods. She believes that most Kindred who seek entrance into a sect do so because they have no other options and cannot imagine a better way to run the undead. She’ll give them one.

Anita Wainwright - Anita Wainwright is a Brujah and the de-facto Baron of Anarchs in Chicago - a precarious position at best these nights. She has moved from being "occasionally useful" to "extremely useful" in the eyes of many powerful Kindred on all sides. Now, she wants to tread carefully and reinforce her power base before making any big moves.

"Indeed, I have access to a number of...specialized facilities. What is it you have in mind and what sort of transaction are we looking at? Cash? Boons? Some sort of combination of the two?" he asks, getting right down to business.

In the back of your mind you hear in a chiding voice, Careful, careful...we wouldn't want to break your precious masquerade...

Scouring your memory, you realize that she will be difficult to find as she rarely keeps the same haven for more than a week at a time, but another name come to mind Anita Wainwright...another of Chicago's more famous/infamous Anarchs.

I'll take that same roll for more info on Anita.

Jacob waves and heads of down the hall, leaving you in front of Bridger's office door. Moments later, the door opens and standing before you is a caucasian man with short dark hair and of average build and height.

"Please come in." the man says gesturing to chair in front of a substantial wooden desk.

Taking a seat behind that desk, he says. "Good evening, I'm Alexander Bridger. To what do I owe your visit this evening?"

"Young Kevin is a child playing a game perfected by much older men and as child he is prone to rash decisions that ultimately are self-serving and infantile." the ancient says, hiding very little of his true feelings about the cities nascent Prince.

"That is not to say that all who are young are incapable, quite to the contrary, there are number of Ancillae and even Neonates that perform well beyond their years, it is simply that Kevin Jackson is not one of those...he is little more than an upranked street thug. Quite honestly, I am surprised that he wasn't embraced by the likes of Gengis rather than someone like Lodin."

"As to Maxwell, he has seen much in his existence. He knows what it is to be the lowest of the low as much as he knows what it is to be the highest of the high. He will treat the Kindred of this city much fairer than any of Lodin's brood could ever dream of."

"What else would you know, Childe?" the ancient says a tone equally malevolent and fatherly.

A thought flashes to your mind, there was another kindred was there in Gary that night...Maldavis. Could she be a lead into something more?

"Philosophical and astute." he concludes. "As to what question I would ask, I suppose that would depend on what exactly I needed. If were mere curiosity it might be something about Carthage and what happened there. If I were trying to attain something I could use from the past, perhaps it would be something along the lines of what I have seen that works for our kind as a society, and more importantly what does not."

A small grin crosses the ancient's face. "So the first question you must ask yourself, what is it you really want to gain knowledge of?"

Give me a Perception + Alertness roll please.

"Well here we are." he says, knocking on the door. "Hey Alex, your visitor is here."

"You sought audiences with Nicolai and Khalid. I have made that possible for you - provided you are willing to pay the price of admission." Critias says.

"To meet Khalid, you will travel to Harms Woods, northwest of Evanston. There is an unpaved trail northeast of the parking lots, follow it to a cave on the southside of trail. Khalid will meet you there two nights from now. This is potentially dangerous, beyond exposing yourself to one as old as Khalid. Many dangerous things lie within the woods." the ancient Brujah claims.

"As for your Clanmate, Nicolai, he was a bit more difficult to track down, but he has agreed to meet you for a price. He did not say what that price was, but if you are to meet him it will be tomorrow night at 10 at the Donnelly and Lee Library on the Lake Forest College campus."

"Is there anything else, my boy?" Critias asks in his heavily Greek accented baritone voice.

No worries at all, getting into the skin and motivations of a character is a lot of what roleplaying is about, right?

You feel that your powers are not as convincing as they usually are, but
fortunately for you, Brenda is a willing subject and even the poorest display of the power is more than sufficient to achieve your goal. When all is said and done, Brenda feels better - if a little tired, and you have slaked your thirst for the evening. Following the appointment, Brenda takes her leave and leaves you to the rest of your evening.

What would you like to do?

"Mr. Bridger, Miss Douglas is here. Of course, sir."

Hanging up the phone she turns her attention back to you, "He'll see you now. Down the hallway and to the left. First door on the right."

"I...I can show her the way. the custodian says, mop still in his hands.

"I know, I know you said I have to be more assertive, but it's just not that easy for me, ya know?" she says in relation to the changes she needed to make in her life, mainly standing up for herself and getting away from a verbally (and potentially physically) abusive significant other.

We can go into the session with Brenda if you like, otherwise what would you like to do?

Make a Perception + Awareness for me. Buttons can make the roll too. And yes, I am asking for Awareness, not Alertness.

Getting dressed as business-like as she can muster, Savanna hails a cab and makes her way the Gold Coast and the headquarters of Penumbra Inc.

Arriving at the office building, you look at the directory of offices in the lobby and see that Penumbra is located on the twelfth floor. Taking the elevator up you find yourself in an office lobby. A mid-thirties, red-haired woman of average build sit behind the welcome desk. A custodian mops the floor while listening to a rather outdated Sony Walkman (cassette version).

As you enter the woman looks up from her computer screen. "Good evening, madam. How may I help you?"

Entering the "Professor's" office, you are dismayed to see that you are alone. Seemingly the old Brujah is surprised as well. "Good evening Edwin. Were there not more of you the other night? Where might they be?"

The next night you awaken with a message flashing on your voice mail, indeed the patient you had called, Brenda, will be in this evening.

Brenda arrives right on schedule. "Thanks for seeing me early, Dr. Baker, I would've hated to have missed a session."

What would you like to do?

You arrive at university and K stops. "Here ya go, boss" just give me a yell when you're done."[/b]

You awaken in the evening and make your preparations for meeting with Critias again. Alexander is at the temple, as is K, but there is no sign of Calliope or, yet again, Jack.

"Jack has been missing for a number of nights now, I wonder if his temper and lineage has gotten him in trouble." Alexander rasps. "On the other hand it's not like Calliope to be late." the Nosferatu adds with a bit of concern in his voice.