2012.7.12.Carl.Meets.Markus

Shady Grove - Smoke Jumpers - The Bar

The bar is loud in the early evening. The mid-shift just got off work at the docks and it seems like all of them immediately went to Smoke Jumpers for greasy hamburgers, beer, and bourbon shooters. The noise level is fairly oppressive and, despite California anti-smoking laws, everyone there is lighting up. The smoky haze grows thicker with every hour that passes.

Rolling Thunder can be heard from the outside, after a few moments, Carl and 5 other bikers enter the bar. Carl pulls out a cigar, a dirty old short cigar and lights it. In there usual gang attire, they look around the bar for a slight moment before making there way towards the bartender, each man exept car orders beers. Menwhile Carl looks around for a specific individual

Markus is in his booth with the curtain draw back just enough for him to keep an eye on the rest of the bar. Most of his focus seems to be on the iPad in front of him, but the entrance of the bikers does not go unnoticed by him. Nor is it unnoticed by the longshoremen. The latter group bristles at the unwanted outsiders and the bartender is slow to get their order. With a finger, Markus motions for Carl to join him at his booth.

Carl notices both Markus and the Longshoremen, as he walks towards Markus, his eyes on a group as he shouts out. "The fuck you looking at cunt?" Such hostility within Carl at anyone looking at him must be not healthy, his eyes not wavering as he waits for an answer. Once he gets to the Booth, Carl sits down then but keeps his eyes on the Longshoremen for a few more seconds before he looks back at Markus. "guy with a pretty face sent me here.. im here to do my part"

The black hand agent looks pained at Carl's brash entrance, but simply closes the curtain behind him for the moment. The only opening in the barrier is a small slit for Markus to keep an eye on the door, otherwise, the booth is kept private from the bar. "Next time, leave the ghouls behind," the vampire tells Carl in his deep arab accent. "Now, introduce yourself and tell me what you can do for the cause here in Shady Grove."

"Im Carl Fucken Carlson, Brujah.." He smiles a big smile as he smokes his cigar as he leans back, his eyes scan markus for a slight moment. "I can fight, I can get fucken Mass criminals on the street, and I can insite riots." He rubs his face slowly as he smiles bigger at the last words he states. "What have you got for carl Fucken Carlson?" He then puts out his cigar and gets out a glass pipe and meth.. doing this infront of a Black hand member

The meth pipe does not even cause a bushy black eyebrow to be raised. Instead, Markus turns to his iPad and starts slowly tapping and sliding his finger across the screen. After a minute or two he stops, and looks up. "Tensions between the Brujah and Giovanni are high in this city," he tells Carl, "The Giovanni primogen, a disgusting Kindred by the name of Larissa, has a favorite ghoul. They have a most unnatural relationship, and it would inflame relations between the two clans were this ghoul to perish and the Brujah to be fingered."

Nodding as Markus speaks, he lights up the glass pipe and takes a massive hit, after a few seconds he puts down the pipe and gives a final nod. "Tell me where and When big chief.." Carl keeps his eyes on markus. "how do i make it look like the brujah did it?'

There are a few more taps on the tablet and then Markus spins it around and pushes it across the table to Carl. On it is a surveillence photo of a man at the end of his middle age. Of course, as a ghoul, he may have already live far longer then his natural lifetime. "Normally, our target stays in Giovanni strongholds in the city where he serves at the pleasure of his Domitor. However, we have learned that tonight he will be moving to her chalet in the mountains to prepare it for her arrival. You will ambush his car at a point of your choosing along his route. Leave this behind when you are done." From a pocket comes a very small earring bearing a brujah sigil. "It is small enough that it could very easily be lost in a physical fight, so you will have to kill him with your fists or a blade."

Picking up the earring, he looks at the symbol then pockets it. Carl studies the Ipad for a slight moment before standing. "Alright.." Carl starts to whistle a famous door song as he starts to walk across teh bar. "Lets fucken go.." His men quickly finishes thier beers then head towards teh door, carl looks at the Longshoremen. "Fuck off back to your fucken Taxes and your fucken bullshit lives cunts.."

Shady Grove - Liberty Rd & Manchester St - Outskirts of Town

The intersection of Liberty Rd and Manchester St is a desolate one. The four-way stoplight dominates over a korean corner market on one side, and a barred up liquor store on the other. Surrounding these two pinnacles are commerce are run-down rowhouses, some of them boarded up in a great example of urban blight. A few people mill around, sitting on the stoops of their homes or standing in front of the liquor store drinking 40s out of brown paper bags. As unlikely as it seems, within the next few minutes a black sedan containing a top ranking ghoul will be speeding into their lives, then rolling right back out of them.

Carl and his gang, are sitting on there bikes at the intersection, they are acting the part as they play around with eachother, pushing shoving and yelling at eachother and anyone that would listen. Carl seems to be more than happy as he plays around with his ghouls, he looks into his Harley bags and gets his shotgun ready, he looksover towards his men. "Get the weapons ready.." They all check in thier bags. "No fucken weapons on the cunt though, use them to stop the fucken car." He switches the ignition, as does his gang and wait for the car.

The biker gang obviously does not fit in here, and the locals reguard them with suspicion and dirty looks. However, that does not matter for long as a black sedan with heavily tinted windows comes cruising up to a red light. It is stopped briefly, then continues on it's way, carefully doing the speed limit in this residential district.

Carl and his gang hit it and start to follow the car, but very soon, Carl whips out the shotgun, and attempts to shoot the car wheels as he drives, his motorbike has been altered to minus the effect of stunt driving as he seems more than confident that he can shoot out the tyres, his men hang back a bit. "Comeon you fucken dumb cunt bitch bastard.." carl takes Aim as he cuises slowly. "Die motha fucka" He shouts as he pulls the trigger.

The car begins to pickup speed as the driver takes note of the bikers behind him. When the shotguns come out, thats when they slam on the gas and quickly speed past 60 miles an hour down the small road. The shotgun blast is well placed, but most of the pellets impact the rear fender. A few pellets hit the tire and cause it to rapidly deflate, and the car begins to weave around the road. However, moments after that, the tire reinflates itself and the car begins to cruise even faster. Damnable technology.