The police proved to be easier to handle than anticipated, and the Sabbat prisoners, while annoying, weren’t that tough to work over, either – at least the one they decided to revive. After extracting some information from him and leaving the other in Gerald’s care, they headed off to the supposed Sabbat safe house, which it seems was legitimate. Wayne gave himself a motorcycle and the team chased off a group of paid thugs, watching the house, and then decided to bed down for the day, collapsing on the couches of the Elysium lounge at Cobb’s.
The next night began with a quick shopping trip to get everyone up to the same standard of dress, and then off to a fraternity party looking for Jasper, whom they hoped would have information about the warehouse fire.
Indeed, he did – and after being pushed slightly with dope and his mind pushed around by the two Ventrue in the group, admitted to having started the fire for a measly $5000. He also confirmed, if my implication, the line the Sabbat had shared: that Dominic Rance was involved, in some way, in some dirty dealings. His sense was that Dom was working closely with the prince of Phoenix, and was looking to make a power play in Tucson. And so he took wired money and set the place on fire. It seemed that neither Lyle nor Thomas had any knowledge of it, and were missing, anyway.
The dope dealing DJ/drummer did have another piece of seemingly useful information: that of the local Nosferatu, Cedric, who probably had information of his own. And so off to 4th Avenue they went, looking for the sewer rat and his ice cream truck. Both were easy enough to find, and Cedric was forthcoming with information for trade. Through him they were able to confirm – at least to a comfortable point – the notion that Dom had been double-dealing, involving himself with both the Sabbat and Phoenix Ventrue, and that he and Thomas were not on the same page.
Following Wayne’s cosmic senses, the group drove around town for a few hours, trying to get find the source of the pulling feeling he was experiencing. They settled on the area around the El Con Mall, and once within visual range Wayne knew they were in the right place: it was the old tower, on the south side of Broadway across from the former mall.
Purchasing a set of bolt cutters from the much-protested but now open WalMart, they broke into a walled-in parking lot surrounding the base of the old tower, itself on a parcel of land sitting next to a quietly ritzy neighborhood. They found the door to the tower stuck, but unlocked, and forced their way in. It was just about 2am at this point, and once inside the empty lobby/ground floor, the first smelled smoke, then saw red eyes from across the room.
A lone figure stood from crouching against the wall and approached. Wearing a hodge podge of clothes, matching neither in color nor style, the partially burned man spoke.
“I figured someone would show up here eventually. Let’s get this town back on the right track, shall we?” he asked, his tone cocksure and smarmy.
“Who are you?” asked Viktor.
“I’m Dom, who else would I be?” he said with a lop-sided smile and no small measure of forced mirth.
Let’s try to play out this social interaction here. How I prep for the final session will depend in large part on how this goes, so I could use the help.