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Keith: /* The Building */

2019-09-28T02:16:18Z

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	"Toma, be a Gentleman and get that bag for me." I asked, this dude was just begging for me to fuck up and give him a shot at the title. I never let my attention wander, Martin had my full attention. Toma fished under the desk and came up with a huge leather duffle bag. I pushed Martin into a chair and had Calla and Erik tie him.		"Toma, be a Gentleman and get that bag for me." I asked, this dude was just begging for me to fuck up and give him a shot at the title. I never let my attention wander, Martin had my full attention. Toma fished under the desk and came up with a huge leather duffle bag. I pushed Martin into a chair and had Calla and Erik tie him.

			We gathered our stuff, and left Martin and company sitting there. We moved down, there was noise down the Hall on the left, a TV running.
			As I stepped in there was something malefic on the screen, some evil that emanated from the set. I could see some shadowing figure, white skinned with dark hair, wearing big, round aviator sun glasses. "You will die!" He said. The set went dark, and I was left with a nauseated feeling about it.

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Keith: /* The Building */

2018-08-07T20:14:34Z

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	"Yes. I am a friend of his." I shoved Toma straight into him, knocking them both down. 'Martin' as Toma called him recovered quickly, but not before I had put my Glock to his temple.		"Yes. I am a friend of his." I shoved Toma straight into him, knocking them both down. 'Martin' as Toma called him recovered quickly, but not before I had put my Glock to his temple.

	Bill and Samson stormed in behind me, cursing loudly that they were second. I grinned but never took my eyes off Martin. Toma was picking himself up. "Sorry sir, not sure what I tripped on there. I sure was lucky Martin was there to break my fall."		Bill and Samson stormed in behind me, cursing loudly that they were second. I grinned but never took my eyes off Martin. Toma was picking himself up. "Sorry sir, not sure what I tripped on there. I sure was lucky Martin was there to break my fall." Toma said picking himself up off the floor.

			"Now then Martin, about that money you owe Lucrèce. You should tell me where I can find it. Or I might have to let Samson see how he can break you into pieces." I said, nodding to the big ape behind me. Samson looked like nine miles of bad road. The damage from the dogs and whatever other traps they blundered into on the way up here had left him skating the thin ice of control. I could see he dearly wanted to tear somebody a new orifice, and I was only half paying attention to him.

			"It is under the desk." He said to me in slightly stilted English. It wasn't bad English...but definitely not his first language. There was something there that sounded like Eastern Europe...but who knows. Better yet, who cares? Martin "Mars" Santos was nothing to me. A pay day. A way to make sure somebody in Detroit valued Dr. Hall.

			"Toma, be a Gentleman and get that bag for me." I asked, this dude was just begging for me to fuck up and give him a shot at the title. I never let my attention wander, Martin had my full attention. Toma fished under the desk and came up with a huge leather duffle bag. I pushed Martin into a chair and had Calla and Erik tie him.



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Keith: /* The Building */

2018-08-07T18:48:53Z

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	"Okay my friends are going to tie up your friends so they don't get themselves hurt." I told Toma, grabbing his arm as he moved forward. They quickly tied up the two gangsters, stripping them of guns and knives while they worked. Toma and I started towards the hall as soon as Calla and Erik were done, my arm around him treating him like a long lost friend. At the door I pushed him ahead of me, using him as a shield.		"Okay my friends are going to tie up your friends so they don't get themselves hurt." I told Toma, grabbing his arm as he moved forward. They quickly tied up the two gangsters, stripping them of guns and knives while they worked. Toma and I started towards the hall as soon as Calla and Erik were done, my arm around him treating him like a long lost friend. At the door I pushed him ahead of me, using him as a shield.

	There were two guards in the room, they were hunched down behind a table they had tipped over. Against the wall was a TV, playing some kind of crazy porn. I could see		There were two guards in the room, they were hunched down behind a table they had tipped over. Against the wall was a TV, playing some kind of crazy porn. I could see them peeking above the table. I locked eyes with the man on the left, and hammered my will into his head. "Your friend is going to shoot you." He screamed, spinning and kicking the guy next to him out from behind the table. I grabbed a chair and threw it at the guy now on the floor, and in a continuation jumped over the table onto the man cowering in the corner with his gun pointed at his friend. I landed on him and took him out, kicking the gun away. The guy on the floor was getting untangled from the chair, he looked up at the barrel of my pistol pointed at his face. All the fight eased out of him. I had Toma tie them both up so that they didn't hurt us and themselves. He totally could see where they could be spazzes that way.

			On the screen of the TV was some sort of snuff film. I glanced at it, and my awareness of the dead prickled, as a dark figure appeared in the screen. "You only have seven days to live." He said. Flies buzzed in the room, and smell of burned flesh seemed to fill the little room. After that he was gone, before I could even put up any defense. I shook my head, and smashed the TV. It's bad for your head.

			I grabbed Toma and we started for the stairs.

	"We been skimming our pay to Lucrèce, so Martin was real nervous here lately. He has been doing all kinds of stuff to beef up our protection. But you guys just waltzed right in." Toma told me as we walked, I looked back, Call and Erik were coming behind me. I sent Toma ahead to clear the way, I didn't want to run into a fusillade of gunfire going down the stairs. When I could hear him talking to the guys downstairs I started down.		"We been skimming our pay to Lucrèce, so Martin was real nervous here lately. He has been doing all kinds of stuff to beef up our protection. But you guys just waltzed right in." Toma told me as we walked, I looked back, Call and Erik were coming behind me. I sent Toma ahead to clear the way, I didn't want to run into a fusillade of gunfire going down the stairs. When I could hear him talking to the guys downstairs I started down.

Keith: /* The Building */

2018-08-07T18:27:57Z

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	"Okay my friends are going to tie up your friends so they don't get themselves hurt." I told Toma, grabbing his arm as he moved forward. They quickly tied up the two gangsters, stripping them of guns and knives while they worked. Toma and I started towards the hall as soon as Calla and Erik were done, my arm around him treating him like a long lost friend. At the door I pushed him ahead of me, using him as a shield.		"Okay my friends are going to tie up your friends so they don't get themselves hurt." I told Toma, grabbing his arm as he moved forward. They quickly tied up the two gangsters, stripping them of guns and knives while they worked. Toma and I started towards the hall as soon as Calla and Erik were done, my arm around him treating him like a long lost friend. At the door I pushed him ahead of me, using him as a shield.

			There were two guards in the room, they were hunched down behind a table they had tipped over. Against the wall was a TV, playing some kind of crazy porn. I could see

	"We been skimming our pay to Lucrèce, so Martin was real nervous here lately. He has been doing all kinds of stuff to beef up our protection. But you guys just waltzed right in." Toma told me as we walked, I looked back, Call and Erik were coming behind me. I sent Toma ahead to clear the way, I didn't want to run into a fusillade of gunfire going down the stairs. When I could hear him talking to the guys downstairs I started down.		"We been skimming our pay to Lucrèce, so Martin was real nervous here lately. He has been doing all kinds of stuff to beef up our protection. But you guys just waltzed right in." Toma told me as we walked, I looked back, Call and Erik were coming behind me. I sent Toma ahead to clear the way, I didn't want to run into a fusillade of gunfire going down the stairs. When I could hear him talking to the guys downstairs I started down.

Keith: /* The Building */

2018-08-06T18:54:30Z

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	"Well then Toma, how many of you are there in the building?" I asked in a soothing voice.		"Well then Toma, how many of you are there in the building?" I asked in a soothing voice.

	"There are ~~six~~ of us here. Who are you? I need to tell Jack that you are our friend and mean us no harm." He said, his eyes pleading. My gut sank.		"There are eight of us here. Who are you? I need to tell Jack that you are our friend and mean us no harm." He said, his eyes pleading. My gut sank.

	"Is he going to warn somebody?" I asked		"Is he going to warn somebody?" I asked, my temper ticking up.

	"Yeah man, he was going to tell Martin you had attacked us. He was down the hall, I am sure he has run to Martin already." Toma said.		"Yeah man, he was going to tell Martin you had attacked us. He was down the hall, I am sure he has run to Martin already." Toma said.
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	"Is there anyone else on this floor?" I asked, moving toward him.		"Is there anyone else on this floor?" I asked, moving toward him.

	"~~Naw~~, ~~it was just~~ the ~~four of us up here~~. Jack went to take a shit just before you came crashing in." Toma told me, anxious to please.		"Oh yes. There are a couple more guards in the next room. They were bored and watching TV earlier." I nodded to Calla and Erik, they began tying up the two guys on the floor. "Jack went to take a shit just before you came crashing in." Toma told me, anxious to please.

	"Okay my friends are going to tie up your friends so they don't get themselves hurt." I told Toma, ~~nodding to my neonates~~. They quickly tied up the two gangsters, stripping them of guns and knives while they worked. Toma and I started towards the hall, my arm around him treating him like a long lost friend.		"Okay my friends are going to tie up your friends so they don't get themselves hurt." I told Toma, grabbing his arm as he moved forward. They quickly tied up the two gangsters, stripping them of guns and knives while they worked. Toma and I started towards the hall as soon as Calla and Erik were done, my arm around him treating him like a long lost friend. At the door I pushed him ahead of me, using him as a shield.

	"We been skimming our pay to Lucrèce, so Martin was real nervous here lately. He has been doing all kinds of stuff to beef up our protection. But you guys just waltzed right in." Toma told me as we walked, I looked back, Call and Erik were coming behind me. I sent Toma ahead to clear the way, I didn't want to run into a fusillade of gunfire going down the stairs. When I could hear him talking to the guys downstairs I started down.		"We been skimming our pay to Lucrèce, so Martin was real nervous here lately. He has been doing all kinds of stuff to beef up our protection. But you guys just waltzed right in." Toma told me as we walked, I looked back, Call and Erik were coming behind me. I sent Toma ahead to clear the way, I didn't want to run into a fusillade of gunfire going down the stairs. When I could hear him talking to the guys downstairs I started down.

Keith at 18:38, 6 August 2018

2018-08-06T18:38:44Z

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	;[[Dr.Tremen Hall's Statistics]] -X- [[Tremens Blog]]		;[[Dr.Tremen Hall's Statistics]] -X- [[Tremens Blog]]

			==Detroit==

			===Thoughts===

	The road is never what is seems, and I never seem to wind up where I think I'm going. Travel as a Naga Raja sucks. I hate having to find dead bodies on the road. The meat is always tied to trouble, and there is never time to do a meal justice. I know I will never be a Chef...but I hate gulping bloody flesh like some damn barbaric werewolf.		The road is never what is seems, and I never seem to wind up where I think I'm going. Travel as a Naga Raja sucks. I hate having to find dead bodies on the road. The meat is always tied to trouble, and there is never time to do a meal justice. I know I will never be a Chef...but I hate gulping bloody flesh like some damn barbaric werewolf.
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	==The Sons of Santos==		===The Sons of Santos===

	Awakening in the utter darkness that is the basement below the former church Club Ishtar came in the moment when my tortured brain had been revisiting the sweating hellish darkness of the Cambodian pit. While my skin was cool, I was covered in a thin sheen of blood, my sheets sticky with the "sweat" of the undead, the curling hunger in my gut a slightly angry pit bull in a cage. I reflexively swung up, the hellish speed I had acquired coming into play, knowing that motion released means freedom...of a sort. I nearly gasped for air, though my dead lungs did not need it. If my heart beat, it would have pounded.		Awakening in the utter darkness that is the basement below the former church Club Ishtar came in the moment when my tortured brain had been revisiting the sweating hellish darkness of the Cambodian pit. While my skin was cool, I was covered in a thin sheen of blood, my sheets sticky with the "sweat" of the undead, the curling hunger in my gut a slightly angry pit bull in a cage. I reflexively swung up, the hellish speed I had acquired coming into play, knowing that motion released means freedom...of a sort. I nearly gasped for air, though my dead lungs did not need it. If my heart beat, it would have pounded.

Keith at 01:31, 6 August 2018

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	Bill and Samson stormed in behind me, cursing loudly that they were second. I grinned but never took my eyes off Martin. Toma was picking himself up. "Sorry sir, not sure what I tripped on there. I sure was lucky Martin was there to break my fall."		Bill and Samson stormed in behind me, cursing loudly that they were second. I grinned but never took my eyes off Martin. Toma was picking himself up. "Sorry sir, not sure what I tripped on there. I sure was lucky Martin was there to break my fall."

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			Communal Haven: Michigan Central Station

Keith: /* The Building */

2018-05-07T17:47:39Z

The Building

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	"What's your name friend?" I asked him.		"What's your name friend?" I asked him.

			"Toma Santos" He replied, his face in rapturous awe.

			"Well then Toma, how many of you are there in the building?" I asked in a soothing voice.

			"There are six of us here. Who are you? I need to tell Jack that you are our friend and mean us no harm." He said, his eyes pleading. My gut sank.

			"Is he going to warn somebody?" I asked

			"Yeah man, he was going to tell Martin you had attacked us. He was down the hall, I am sure he has run to Martin already." Toma said.

			"Is there anyone else on this floor?" I asked, moving toward him.

			"Naw, it was just the four of us up here. Jack went to take a shit just before you came crashing in." Toma told me, anxious to please.

			"Okay my friends are going to tie up your friends so they don't get themselves hurt." I told Toma, nodding to my neonates. They quickly tied up the two gangsters, stripping them of guns and knives while they worked. Toma and I started towards the hall, my arm around him treating him like a long lost friend.

			"We been skimming our pay to Lucrèce, so Martin was real nervous here lately. He has been doing all kinds of stuff to beef up our protection. But you guys just waltzed right in." Toma told me as we walked, I looked back, Call and Erik were coming behind me. I sent Toma ahead to clear the way, I didn't want to run into a fusillade of gunfire going down the stairs. When I could hear him talking to the guys downstairs I started down.

			"See guys he's here to help us." Toma was saying. He wore a big, happy smile on his face, a Judas goat if there ever was one. I concentrated and sent out an aura of kindness and gentility, trying to allay any fears they had. I saw it hit them, and they visibly relaxed. I then tapped them both on the temple with my head knocker, laying them out before they could get any fresh ideas.

			Toma then lead me down the hall to an old office, where a hugely muscled, six foot tall man was coming from behind his desk with a loaded pistol in his hand. I used Toma for a shield and a shooting stand, balancing my arm on his shoulder, looking the big man in the eyes. Before I could take advantage he dropped his eyes, looking at Toma's chest and not my face. Curious.

			"You should put the gun down, I'm not here to kill you, just send you a message." He glanced up, but avoided my eyes.

			"You are from Lucrèce?" He asked, his shoulders slumping.

			"Yes. I am a friend of his." I shoved Toma straight into him, knocking them both down. 'Martin' as Toma called him recovered quickly, but not before I had put my Glock to his temple.

			Bill and Samson stormed in behind me, cursing loudly that they were second. I grinned but never took my eyes off Martin. Toma was picking himself up. "Sorry sir, not sure what I tripped on there. I sure was lucky Martin was there to break my fall."

Keith: /* The Sons of Santos */

2018-05-04T22:35:53Z

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 Outside of the club was a flashing mix of red neon and white strobes.  Ganja and cigarette smoke rolled from the line of kids waiting to get into the hip club.  Whites, blacks, and Latino's waited in line, only surly comments about each other, for a few minutes in line brought together in one great melting pot.  The moist Detroit night harbored the smells of rot from the river, and decades of cars and trucks. From the building the pulse of techno music, but also the cheering roar of a crowd well frenzied in alcohol and dance.  In the distance there were sirens and the occasional honk of a distant horn.
 A dark SUV idled at the curb, it's driver getting out as Samson approached.  They exchanged glances, and the Forsaken piled into the Tundra.  Even though there were seven of us, there was plenty of room.  Leather seats and a high end stereo greeted us.  I could tell an effort had been made to get us the top of the years tech from the owner.
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 At the top I found a man just pointing his rifle over the edge at us.  I doubt he saw me.  I hit him at full speed.  I am strong, and my experience and speed make me fairly unstoppable by mortals.  As the unconscious man fell, I caught his rifle in my hands, not letting it fall to the roof top.  On the ground I could hear dogs barking, howling as they smelled the other team.  I grinned, damn I hate dogs as security.  That goof ball Bill could deal with them.  I saw the first, largest dog hit Bill and take him down.  They were making a lot of noise, which I don't like. With a sigh I stretched out on the roof, laying the gun in front of me.
-The gun was a Heckler & Koch 417.  I was surprised to see the battle rifle here, this is some fairly heavy shit for a bunch of nobody gangsters.  I dropped the bipod down and focused in on the dog.
+The gun was a Heckler & Koch 417.  I was surprised to see the battle rifle here, this is some fairly heavy shit for a bunch of nobody gangsters.  I dropped the bipod down, steadying the rifle and focused in on the dog.  The advantage of being dead is that I don't have to feel my heart beat and shoot between the beats.  My non-breathing, non-pulsing body is already as steady as a machine.  I clicked the set trigger, then squeezed the fire trigger.  The heavy rifle bucked and the recoil was real.  This was a gun with a kick.  The dog squealed, and dropped dead.  I saw Bill throw him off.

Keith: /* The Sons of Santos */

2018-05-04T21:04:48Z

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	Samson drove us through the mostly dark city. I was appalled at the level of abandonment and war torn appearance of the the city of Detroit. Burned out buildings and blackened hulks of cars lined the streets. People were few and far between, other than in small well lit enclaves. This is what happens when the Sabbat controls a city for years.		Samson drove us through the mostly dark city. I was appalled at the level of abandonment and war torn appearance of the the city of Detroit. Burned out buildings and blackened hulks of cars lined the streets. People were few and far between, other than in small well lit enclaves. This is what happens when the Sabbat controls a city for years.

	We pulled up in a mostly empty parking lot. Only two overhead lights burned our of 9, leaving our Tundra in deep twilight. As a group we moved out down the block, reaching the building we were searching for in just a few minutes. A high chain link fence surrounded it, and I could see an open roll up door at ground floor. Light poured out, pushing back the deep Detroit black that enveloped the rest of the block. I sent my senses out into the night, smelling the wind and looking for the best way in. Grabbing the fence at the ground and pulled, tearing the fence loose, so that everyone could scramble under. We broke up into two groups, Myself, Calla, and Erik. Bill, Samson, and Thom were the other group. We decided my group would go in the top of the building, while Bill and company would hit the bottom. Our hope being that the gangsters would be too split to stop us.		We pulled up in a mostly empty parking lot. Only two overhead lights burned our of 9, leaving our Tundra in deep twilight. As a group we moved out down the block, reaching the building we were searching for in just a few minutes. A high chain link fence surrounded it, and I could see an open roll up door at ground floor. Light poured out, pushing back the deep Detroit black that enveloped the rest of the block. I sent my senses out into the night, smelling the wind. I could smell canines, drug chemicals, and the stank of dirty humans. I checked all around looking for the best way in. Grabbing the fence at the ground and pulled, tearing the fence loose, so that everyone could scramble under. We broke up into two groups, Myself, Calla, and Erik. Bill, Samson, and Thom were the other group. We decided my group would go in the top of the building, while Bill and company would hit the bottom. Our hope being that the gangsters would be too split to stop us.

			"I bet we get to the Boss first." Bill challenged, his grin full of fang.

			"Bullshit. My group will get to him first. No killing, dead gangsters don't pay tithes." I reminded Bill, I saw him and Samson exchange a heavy glance. "Good luck!" I said.

	I took my team and we ran toward the building. I made myself invisible to mortals. Calla was working on the skill, and poor Erik might never learn. I made it to the wall well ahead of the others, my experience and power making me much faster than the neonates. I jumped, grabbing the fire ladder and pulled myself up. We swarmed up the ladders, as quietly as possible.		I took my team and we ran toward the building. I made myself invisible to mortals. Calla was working on the skill, and poor Erik might never learn. I made it to the wall well ahead of the others, my experience and power making me much faster than the neonates. I jumped, grabbing the fire ladder and pulled myself up. We swarmed up the ladders, as quietly as possible.

	At the top I found a man just pointing his rifle over the edge at us. I doubt he saw me. I hit him at full speed. I am strong, and my experience and speed make me fairly unstoppable by mortals. As the unconscious man fell, I caught his rifle in my hands, not letting it fall to the roof top. On the ground I could hear dogs barking, howling as they smelled the other team. I grinned, damn I hate dogs as security.		At the top I found a man just pointing his rifle over the edge at us. I doubt he saw me. I hit him at full speed. I am strong, and my experience and speed make me fairly unstoppable by mortals. As the unconscious man fell, I caught his rifle in my hands, not letting it fall to the roof top. On the ground I could hear dogs barking, howling as they smelled the other team. I grinned, damn I hate dogs as security. That goof ball Bill could deal with them. I saw the first, largest dog hit Bill and take him down. They were making a lot of noise, which I don't like. With a sigh I stretched out on the roof, laying the gun in front of me.

			The gun was a Heckler & Koch 417. I was surprised to see the battle rifle here, this is some fairly heavy shit for a bunch of nobody gangsters. I dropped the bipod down and focused in on the dog.