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flint_garouRescuing Ky from the gang. And the vampire.
24 November, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (74% full).
The warehouse is in a bad section of town. The streets are dark—easily half the streetlights are shot out or broken. This is not a section of town where it's a good idea to walk the streets alone at night. The warehouse in question is a smaller one. Maybe 20,000 square feet. Walls of rusty metal. Spray painted. There's a single loading bay door with a ramp leading up to it. The door is open, showing light from within as well as a number of motorbikes and bikers. Death metal blares. A couple topless prostitutes can be seen within—one apparently engaging in a rather lewd act upon one of the bikers. A trio of thugs are guarding the doors. They act as if they're probably armed, even if they don't have any obvious weapons—save for one guy carrying a baseball bat.
Even Elliot has a gun, which isn't something he normally carries. After getting parked some distance away, he separates out the group into pairs—him and Slug, Alexandra and Flint, Aaron and Bad-Boy—with the expectation that they need to check up on their partners and keep track of them and to let no one get left behind at any point. "When we get in there, we won't have long. In, get the vampire, get Ky, and get out. We can try to distract those guards away from the door, but I'm going to play by the fact that it probably won't work so we can be pleasantly surprised."
Slug climbs out of the vehicle looking like he's ready to step out onto the set of The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly. The Gnawer is smoking a cigarette, and wearing a long, drab poncho. Once he's out of the car, he pulls a helmet from beneath the seat and plops it on his head, and a worn shotgun, which is just short enough to be mostly concealed by his poncho. He quietly pumps in a fresh round, then spits his cigarette out onto the asphalt and grinds it down with his boot heel.
Bad-Boy bounds out of the car that brought them there, with a kind of youthful exuberance that can only be found in the young and/or dim-witted. When he's paired up with Aaron he trots over to his partner in crime and bumps into him with a shoulder, tail wagging slowly in anticipation.
Alexandra has her hair tied back and mostly underneath the knit cap she's wearing, and is in looser-fitting clothing than usual, to at least disguise somewhat the fact that she's in glabro, and to make it a little less obvious that she's female while she's at it. She reaches out to give Flint's shoulder a squeeze.
Flint finishes checking over his handgun as they get out, and pushes up the sleeves of his sweatshirt, ever so slightly. It helps disguise that like his packmate, he's in glabro for the time being. The gun in hand, hands get tucked into the loose outer pockets for the moment, and the Walker is nearly jittery with tension, teeth bared in an occasionally impatient snarl that fades to level breathing. Flint nods once to Alexandra, silent.
Aaron owns a worn leather riding jacket for colder Saint Claire days, which he has taken out to fit into the warehouse packed with biker-types. The Gnawer could easily fit into this place with his roguish appearance. He reaches his hand out to scritch at the top of Bad-Boy's head. "Maybe you should stay with me until you are told otherwise," he tells Bad-Boy in a whisper.
As the group assembles, two more gang members can be seen moving to the edges of the loading bay. One of them converses with the trio already outside while the other lingers next to the edge of the bay door—just inside and partially concealed by the metal wall.
Elliot checks his gun, stuffs it in the back hem of his pants and conceals it with his shirt, and tosses his jacket in the back of the car, regarding the men at the door with mostly unreadable features. "Don't shoot without knowing what you're shooting at. Or clawing at. Let's go."
Alexandra adds, "And try to avoid putting Ky in a position where he's got to fight you in order to protect the vampire if at all possible. I don't think he should have any special loyalty to the rest of them."
Slug is more than happy to let Elliot take the lead. He checks something he has hidden away near his hip, then discretely shifts to Glabro and falls into line with the Ragabash. Alexandra's words draw a curious look from him, but he doesn't say anything.
Kavi pulls up just as Elliot checks his weapon, and moves through to join Flint, offering a nod to the Alpha as he nears. He takes a moment to check his own firearm, and then looks to the others as they move out.
Bad-Boy readily agrees to Aaron's suggestion, shifting up into Hispo now that there's room to do so. Brown eyes track the movement of the thugs with keen interest. When discussing the plan, his only contribution is to say, Just show me what to bite and I will bite it!
Flint nods to Kavi when the other Walker arrives, though none of the tension and coiled anger fades from the younger galliard's manner. "Right," Flint says, barely audible over the music and traffic. Flint takes a few steps forward, and looks to Lex. "Anything you can tell us on the guards?" he asks her.
Aaron looks at the rest of the group handling firearms and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "Good attitude," he whispers to Bad-Boy with a toothy grin. He seems comfortable remaining in homid for now.
The five gang members talking outside the loading bay door separate and fan out, a couple ducking back inside briefly and coming out with what look like shotguns that'd been hidden inside. Looks like someone's tipped them off and they're now expecting company. The party inside seems to be dying down now, though the music still blares loudly and people can be seen moving back and forth. There's probably a dozen people in total.
Alexandra shakes her head at Flint. "Wouldn't tell us anything that isn't obvious in a case like this, unfortunately."
Elliot looks to Kavi as he arrives, and then nods to him. "You handle one of the guns, I'll get the other," he mutters, and then says, "Take down the guards. Try to do it quiet." And, with that, he starts heading for the building, sticking close to the edges of other buildings, and in shadows.
Kavi slows his pace as the weapons come into view, and his gaze settles on one in particular. He nods at Elliot's words, without shifting his gaze, and his hands tighten into fists. He draws in a slow, steady breath, a moment of concentration, before he moves to catch up to his former position.
Slug follows in line behind Elliot without saying a word, some five or seven feet behind him. The Ragabash moves deftly and silently in his footsteps, holding his gun low and ready. He frequently glances about as they approach, keeping an eye out for potential ambushes.
Flint checks his gun one more time then sets it in the back of his pants as they move. Not too far behind Kavi for a moment, and then Flint fans out, keeping to cover but moving decisively towards the guard who had the baseball bat with a brief nod to Alexandra.
Aaron takes a moment to pop his knuckles before he walks briskly along after the rest of the group. He's pretty much acting as a soldier in this operation, leaving it up to Elliot and Kavi for direction.
Alexandra sticks close to Flint. She seems to approve of his choice of targets, since it means she'll be able to take a weapon, and for as long as they're trying not to use claws, that'll come in quite handy.
As the garou move about into various positions, outside the building, one of the men with a shotgun utters a curse as the barrel drops right off the weapon—and then the gun literally comes apart in his hands. A second drops his gun as the barrel starts to glow a faintly red hue. Cries of alarm go up and two more people come to the front of the warehouse—there's now a total of seven, and at least five are armed. Then the glowing shotgun erupts with a blast—nothing huge, but loud and the weapon is destroyed. At least two—maybe four—motorbike engines start up from inside, followed by a van's engine. Red alert seems to have just happened. The lights inside get cut off, making the streets better illuminated than the interior of the warehouse. Lights from the van and two motorcycles stab about inside while exterior lights on the building help the guards scan for threats that might be approaching.
Bad-Boy pads after Aaron, waiting for the word to attack.
Well, so much for quiet. Elliot curses under his breath, but looks back and motions Slug to go on; meanwhile, he focuses a gift on one of the armed guards nearer the door.
Kavi isn't a ragabash, but he is no stranger to moving in the city's shadows. Nodding to himself at something he sees, he turns his gaze to another of the obviously armed guards before reaching for his own weapon.
Aaron waits as patiently as the Ahroun can as Kavi and Elliot attempt to take out the guards from a distance. He crouches down waiting for the right moment where he can break into the building with Bad-Boy.
Flint pauses when the cover is still good, levels his gun. A nod to his packmate and Flint takes several shots at the guard that's his target, followed by hastily shoving it back into his pocket to close the distance. They're already on alert, it can't hurt to shoot now, after all.
Slug draws in a breath when he hears the cries of alarm, but he doesn't fire. The Gnawer continues moving forward as quiet as a rat in a kitchen- Until he gets the nod from Elliot. Slug reaches beneath his poncho and comes up with a malt liquor bottle with a lighter and a rag duct taped around the neck. It just takes a second for him to spark it to life, and then he stops, throws his bottle at the thugs, and takes aim.
Alexandra sprints across toward the gang banger that Flint shot at. Assuming he's down, she's just going to take the bat and move on to the next one. If not, she'll take a swing at him as goes to get control of the bat.
One of the guard's falls to the ground for no obvious reason whatsoever, and the guy whose shotgun fell apart in his hands grabs him and pulls him inside and into cover. Another guard with a pistol drops the weapon from his hands as it, too, begins glowing red. This time the gun doesn't go off, though. At least, not yet it doesn't. The motorcycles wheel up to the entryway and park at idle—until shots ring out. At range, with a pistol, Flint's shots go wide—but with so many targets clustered at the loading bay door, someone gets tagged, though it wasn't the guy with the bat Flint was aiming at. Alexandra darts from the shadows and into the illuminated field of fire at about the same time that Slug lobs a molotov cocktail and takes a shot at it. *Whiff!* Miss and a bullet goes god-knows-where into the city. It's too much ground to cover in a short bit of time, and Alexandra finds herself exposed and in the open. Pistols spew bullets at Flint's muzzle flash, Slug's direction and the origin of the molotov, and Alexandra her direction, chewing up concrete. A few rounds whiz past Flint's head and Alexandra takes a couple rounds, slowing her down slightly. The molotov belatedly completes its flight path, falling just short of the ramp, and bursts into flames that help obscure Alexandra from further shots while simultaneously obstructing a direct approach to the man with the baseball bat.
Headlights from the van illuminate those over half dozen people and two motorbikes in the doorway as the van backs up and through the wooden wall of an office in the corner.
Elliot continues toward the door, mutters, "So much for quiet," and focuses in on—this time—the motorcycle at the doorway. He's aiming toward getting inside, and quickly. Especially when that van starts pulling away.
Kavi's lip curls from his teeth and he turns his focus from the pistol to the motorcycle nearest the edge of the loading bay. His own gun remains in his hand, but he has yet to take aim or fire.
The driver's side window of the van cranks down after the vehicle has stopped and Ky leans out of it, a handgun of his own leveled on the those coming up the ramp. He squeezes off a couple of rounds, adding his own weapon's report into the cacophony.
Flint takes another dash forward in the moment when the gunfire pauses, but his new directory is towards the entrance, with the sheer intent of potentially ripping apart anything that gets in his way. "Fuck," Flint mutters, when Alexandra can hear.
Slug slides into a position behind a rusting mailbox as the shots start coming his way, the dome of his helmet barely poking out of cover. The Gnawer waits for a few seconds, then pops out and fires off two shots in rapid succession.
Aaron watches the van as it begins to back up. He is beginning to loose his patience quickly but doesn't want to be stupid enough to be caught in the crossfire.
Bad-Boy's ears splay back at the sound of all the gunfire. It's easy to tell that he just wants to leap into the fray by the way he crouching, getting his feet coiled up underneath him for a leap, but he hold back with his partner because he was told to.
Alexandra lets out a growl as she's hit, and there's a flash of pain and irritation that echoes over their packlink. "Next time we're using the car as a damn weapon, so we don't have to charge into gunfire," she mutters at Flint. The cover provided by the flames isn't likely to last long, so she gets back to moving, looking to either finish crossing the distance to get into melee range or find cover while she continues her advance, whichever is more feasible.
The motorcycle nearest the door simultaneously begins to glow red and disassemble itself. The rider holds the handlebars for a second in confusion as the bike comes apart beneath him, then he drops the bars, steps away, and draws a pistol. A gang member emerges from behind the door, levels an assault rifle at Elliot, and fires shots rapidly at the sept elder—and with excellent accuracy: the first and second rounds hit and the third round mysteriously jams in the chamber. Gunfire EVERYWHERE as pistols spew led out from the cargo bay doors in an attempt to defend the warehouse's interior. At range, Slug's shotgun spews pellets over an area, hitting multiple targets—but none lethally. The van's wheels suddenly begin spinning as the driver floors it in an attempt to get out the front ramp. Alexandra opts to use a greasy telephone pole for cover rather than charge up the ramp and go head-to-head with a van. A few bullets chew into the wood, but she goes unscathed. The remaining motorcycle revs up, preparing to plow a path if need be. The scene is beyond chaotic.
Aaron sees a potential problem with the van getting away. "Is it just Ky in the van?" he whisper-shouts at Ky's packmates. He's just one tick short of blowing everything open and charging towards the warehouse in Crinos. Fuck this.
Elliot is taken down to a point of at least needing to take a breather, but that's enough to at least take him off his feet. He takes cover, bleeding copiously and breathing hard, though he does take a moment to draw his own gun, take careful aim, and fire one at the guy holding the assault rifle, because eff that.
Alexandra begins climbing the pole, a burst of rage fueling the speed of her ascent. She aims to be up high enough to leap for the roof of the van if none of the others manage to stop it before it can start on its escape attempt.
Kavi doesn't move, doesn't change his focus, as the chaos begins around him. His gaze remains steady on the disassembled motorcycle.
Slug pumps another round into the chamber of his shotgun, ejecting a smoking shell out onto the pavement. The Gnawer leans up and prepares to take another shot, then freezes when the van comes roaring at them. He lowers his gun and stares at the van, focusing on it without blinking.
Ky keeps his head and gun arm out the window while driving the van toward the ramp. If there'd been any question before, it's definitely the Shadow Lord Ragabash at the wheel. He fires off another trio of rounds into the fray, aiming at the Garou nearest the oncoming vehicle.
Flint steels himself, and takes fire at the front of the van, teeth gritted.
Aaron can see that Ky has been suckered by the vampire. He shifts into Hispo in the shadows and takes off after the van. Come on, Bad-Boy! He's not letting the van get away with Ky in it.
Bad-Boy whines quietly at the firefight, giving Aaron a helpless look. We should just charge… and then Aaron takes off after the van, having mirrored his own thoughts. With surprising speed, the Lupus explosively uncoils and leaps after the van, sailing through the air with unnatural loft and speed.
A number of things happen all at once. Bullets are flying everywhere, but there's fewer of them—probably some people reloading at this point. The guy trying to unjam the assault rifle suddenly has the gun disintegrate in his hands, parts going everywhere. Just before the van exits the garage, the motorcycle's glowing red gas tank goes. *FWOOMP!* Flames engulf the van and at least half a dozen people within the mouth of the garage, setting the people ablaze. They run around, screaming. Some make the mistake of stopping to drop and roll in the flaming gasoline on the ground.
Ky's shots at Elliot go wild and get cut short as flames roast the flesh on his left arm and side of his face. The van launches down the ramp, driver's side on fire, and nearly flips off the ramp and crashes as it swerves hard to stay upright. Miraculously, it stays upright. A single nut on the passenger side wheel falls off and clatters across the road. Flint manages to plant a few bullets into the front of the van and cracks the front windshield, but it keeps on rolling. Alexandra leaps onto the van's roof as the van passes by and manages to both land the attack and stick to the roof despite the crazed driving. Aaron and Bad boy give pursuit, gaining on the van, and Bad-Boy's epic leap still isn't enough to get him onto the van. (Maybe before it accelerates away, though, as it is turning and revving to gain speed to escape.) The other motorcycle, on fire and riderless, rolls down the ramp. The gunfire that'd been coming out of the building has stopped completely. Now there's just screaming as people burn alive—and a white cargo van trying to make good on an escape.
Aaron uses his rage to get him up to the van before it has a chance to escape. He blurs into Crinos as he leaps for the van, especially aiming for one of the door handles.
Kavi turns his sights on the escaping van, this time bringing his weapon up to sight at the left rear tire. As much focus as he put into using his gift, before, he puts into his aim, and he eases the trigger back.
Elliot is still in cover, and this time he focuses his gift on the van—he looks pained and rather tired, though.
Alexandra stays low on the roof of the van to keep her balance as best as possible. She holds on for dear life with one hand, the other reaching for her head to pull off the knit cap. Using it as a glove to at least help reduce how badly cut up her hand is going to be, she then brings her fist down on the windshield to shatter it with her glabro strength, hopefully distracting Ky further and—eventually—giving herself an easier way into the cab from up here than via the door, though she doesn't try to make the move just yet.
Slug ducks behind the mailbox when he hears the explosion, hitting the dirt with his back against the mailbox. The Gnawer curses when the van flies past, and drops his shotgun on the ground. "Someone pick up my fucking gun!" He calls, then runs up the ramp. If the Gnawer passes a pistol on the ground, he barely stops to pick it up, then runs into the warehouse.
Flint takes off running, keeping the van in sight. There's a burst of speed to catch up with it as well, though his gun's now shoved back away, focus entirely on keeping up with the van and with his packmates. There's a wordless, enraged growl under his breath.
Bad-Boy uses what rage he has to keep up with Aaron, similarly chasing after the van, looking for all the world like the cliche. If he catches up to it instead of doing something useful like shifting into Crinos and trying to break into the van, instead his jaws will clamp down on the rear bumper in an attempt to slow it down. This will probably not go as planned.
Just as his pack leader hammers a fist through the window, so does Ky snatch a hand out to grab her and drag her into the cab of the van. It's not a nice motion, either, his lips are peeled back to show teeth and his grip means to grapple rather than offer a free ride through town.
Alexandra quickly discovers a downside to being on the van's roof: there's people inside shooting up through it. Violent little holes open up through the metal, and a couple bullets manage to find a new home embedded in her flesh. Kavi's shot misses its intended target, but still hits a taillight and misses both Aaron and Bad-Boy. Aaron manages to grab onto the van's rear and work open one of the back doors, right as Bad-Boy clamps onto the bumper. As a reward, one of the occupants shoots Bad-Boy in the hip. Inside the rear of the van, there's three people in the back—one appears to be incapacitated or dead. Ky grapples with Alexandra's arm as it comes through the windshield. The van swerves all over the place, but the three garou clinging to it don't fall off. Then then the front passenger wheel pops off. Sparks fly as metal grinds across cement. The van swerves out of control as Ky is left struggle to maintain control of the wheel while fighting off Alexandra's hand, and the van skids—and then flips onto its side—throwing the garou off and knocking all the van's occupants around. A rear door falls off—then the other—as the garou pick themselves up off the road, suffering only minor road rash at such a low speed. Bad-Boy seems to have a bumper in his mouth.
Elliot gets up and starts heading for the van at a jog, though he's favoring a leg—the one he got shot in—and a hand is clamped to his side, and the other hand holds the gun; it's ready to fire if need be.
Bullets, broken glass, and a rather unpleasant impact with the pavement leave Alexandra a bloody mess. Her packmates would both know that she's alive, if in quite a bit of pain, but she's not going anywhere until she's had at least a little bit of time to heal up.
The younger of the two Walker Galliards shifts to crinos as the van skids, heading for it when it comes to a halt. There's a brief pause to acknowledge that Alexandra is alright, before Requiem is heading for the van, to pull Ky out of it and get his packmate—regardless of whether his packmate wants to be gotten.
As soon as he gets the shot off, miss or not, Kavi leaves his position in the shadows to head toward the van. His path takes him alongside Elliot, and he slows to match pace with the Alpha, glancing to him only briefly as they move. Like the alpha, he keeps his pistol at the ready, and he keeps an eye out for movement or other signs of threat.
Ky turns away from Lex, determining that she's a non-threat for now. He twists in his seat, turning to climb through the wreckage and out of the van. The appearance of the other Garou, still chasing after all that, gives him cause to jump off the wreckage and start running toward them. Aggressively. His unburned hand digs into his back pocket to pull out his folding knife while he sprints to meet the oncoming party.
Make sure that your packmate gets somewhere to detox for awhile, Lionheart rumbles in his chest as he moves away from Requiem's pack members. He then goes to take care of the two stunned humans in the back with pistols.
Shooting Bad-Boy is kind of like shooting a bear. You better make sure that you kill it or else you're just going to make it angry. Roaring in pain and rage (which causes his prize, the bumper, to fall from his mouth), he charges the thugs in the back of the van, planning on turning whomever he meets back there into a fine mist with his teeth and claws.
Aaron and Bad-Boy descend upon the rear occupants of the van, Aaron moves supernaturally fast and handily dispatches one human and then suddenly seems to lose it as Ky emerges from the front with a knife. Aaron shifts to lupus and suddenly flees. Bad-Boy dispatches the other human, then gets stabbed in the neck by Ky as the Shadow Lord defends his new master to the death.
Requiem charges his packmate, to grapple with the Shadow Lord ragabash regardless of the knife that the other has. Whatever blows that Requiem can land, he attempts to, anything and everything in order to subdue Kyler.
Elliot exchanges a glance with Kavi, and just asides, "This one'll make the news," as he looks grim, and then shouts, "Get him out of there!" as he nears. 'Him' presumably meaning Ky. And he stalks over toward the van, inclined to check to make sure nothing… well, dead… still lives.
Requiem quickly pummels Ky into unconsciousness, and then almost seems on the verge of continuing to assault the Shadow Lord after he's down. He visibly shakes with barely controlled rage, hands clenched hard, wrestling to retain control.
Alexandra starts pushing herself back to her feet, although even if Ky were still up and moving, she'd be in no condition to join in the melee. It doesn't stop her from trying to move in that direction, though, for one or more likely both of her packmates' benefits.
Kavi picks up his pace to keep at Elliot's side, though his gaze shifts briefly to Flint as the other galliard struggles with his rage. His gun, though, is aimed at the still, undead body in the back of the van as they approach.
Bad-Boy staggers out of the van, fur matted and drenched with blood. It's impossible to tell how much of it his, and how much of it is the gang members. He stumbles, apparently heading back towards the bumper before the wounds that he'd taken finally catch up to him and his feet go out from under him.
Further struggle lets Flint shift down to glabro, crouching over Ky. There's a moment of ensuring that his packmate is out, before Flint just picks up Ky's unconscious form, and heads towards the van. Apparently, the younger Walker wants to see the vampire for himself, though there's clear indecision, and at one point, Flint moves to keep Kavi in between the van, and him.
Slug rides out of the warehouse on a beaten up motorcycle with a pistol held in his teeth. The bike hops off the ramp due to the speed he's going at, and the Gnawer does a wide slide out and turns in the direction of… An overturned van with everyone around it. He abruptly comes to a full stop, then sits up and huffs out an indignant breath.
Elliot regards the body in the van, and a few quick thoughts go through his head. He looks to Flint, then to Ky, and apparently abruptly changes his mind for whatever thoughts were going through his head. He turns to Flint, appraising the Galliard, and he offers him the gun hilt first. "Only take it if you can handle this. If you can't, then don't take it. I will knock you out if you frenzy."
Kavi leaves enough room for Flint to approach, glancing once at his younger tribemate. Then his focus returns to the vampire and his teeth bare.
Alexandra finally reaches her packmates, though seeing what's happening, she stays with Ky rather than accompany Flint forward, offering a nod in his direction with an accompanying sense of approval via the packlink. She's looking more stable on her feet already, the sense of pain he gets from her easing as she continues healing up.
Flint pauses, hesitation and a glance back to Alexandra before he nods to Elliot. The younger Glass Walker takes the gun, steps forward again. Teeth grit, breath slows to very, very controlled, and without putting his packmate down, Flint takes aim at the body of the vampire, point blank and fires. And then fires again, and a third time. "We should burn it, to. Be certain," Flint manages to say, offering the gun back to Elliot.
Slug takes stock of the scene playing out down the street, and lingers to make sure everything seems to be alright. Then the Gnawer parks his bike and promptly runs back up the ramp and into the warehouse, pausing only briefly to grab his shotgun.
Bad-Boy is just going to lay here for a bit, he says, as his wounds begin to heal.
Elliot claps Flint on the shoulder, briefly, as he takes the gun back. And then he looks to Bad-Boy; "No, you're not. C'mon, you can make it, we need to get out of here." He looks to Kavi—"Can you set that on fire?" with a motion toward the van. Otherwise, he seems to be preparing to leave.
Off in the distance, probably a minute or two away, sirens can be heard approaching.
Kavi watches Flint, no real emotion showing beyond the curl of his lips. He nods once to Elliot and then repositions the body, directing others to help him with whatever else he can find, for the greatest effect before he uses his gift one more time.
Flint nods to Alexandra, and re-shoulders Ky's body so that he can walk more easily. It's easy enough to carry the Shadow Lord ragabash, still being in glabro. "Let's go," he agrees quietly, another glance to Kavi. The younger galliard still struggles with something, internally, but whatever it is, it's tightly walled off.
Slug comes trotting out of the warehouse with a newly acquired bag slung over his shoulder, rattling like a knight filled with rocks. The Gnawer runs over to his bike and hops on, then rides over to the group and jerks his head in their direction. "Anyone need a ride?"
Bad-Boy chuffs, getting to his feet, looking a hell of a lot better now then when he came out of the van, and wanders over to the bumper where he grabs it as a trophy of the fight. He's still covered from nose to tail in blood, however, and would look a hell of a lot more menacing if he didn't look like some dog with a huge bone in his mouth.
Elliot looks at Slug wearily, and there's a mix of some form of dark amusement there. "No thanks." He gives the place a once-over to make sure there's nothing else that needs taking care of, and then herds everyone out. Bumper and all.
Alexandra asks Flint, "Vault?" She's open to suggestions if he's got another place to take Ky in mind, though.
Flint shakes his head to Alexandra. "Tenement for now," he says, looking to both Elliot and Kavi after he says this, perhaps for confirmation.
Slug shrugs his shoulders and gives the group one last curious look, then carefully rumbles off down the road in the opposite direction as the sirens.
"Needs some place secure," Elliot says, "and I don't know if the tenement can handle it. Maybe the basement. Concrete walls. No reflective surfaces. Outside locks. No windows. He's going to be trying to escape any way he can."
As the others move away, the van's gas tank begins to glow. At first a deep, dull red, and then brighter, bordering on orange. Kavi turns, ushering the others out of range, just before the tank goes, engulfing in flame the van and its contents. "It's done," says the galliard, the words lost under the roar of the flame.
Alexandra watches the burning van for a short time. "You'll be able to stay with him?" she asks Flint. "I'll take shifts, too, of course."
Flint takes a breath and thinks. "Library. The Gnawer's library," he amends. "Yes," he says to Alexandra, and takes a deep breath, before continuing. "They have the basement there, it's… better secured. Plus, there's the… t-the. The." That's followed by a few choice cursewords, and just frustrated silence. "Banes, fifth floor, right now. So. Library." There's a pause and Flint turns to the elder Galliard. "Kavi-rhya, would… you come, too?"
Pack> Alexandra doesn't make any mention of it aloud, but there's the clear sense via their shared link that she suspects Flint is the better suited of the two of them to watch Ky.
Elliot looks down to check the bleeding in his side, and then clamps a hand back over it. "I'll come by to check on him when I can," he says, not unkindly, but also not implying that he'll be taking over shifts. "Thanks," he adds to Kavi in a murmur as he passes, and then says, "Seriously. We can decide on the way. Cops coming."
Pack> Flint echoes some uncertainty, but keeps himself walled off as much from the link, as his demeanor is aloud.
Bad-Boy prances after the rest of the group, trophy in his jaws held high, tail wagging at the notion that the library is going to have a few visitors now.
"For a while," Kavi answers Flint, and finally holsters his gun, retaking his birth form as he does. He nods in response to Elliot's recommendation, but his gaze remains on the alpha for a little longer.
When all is said and done, the Garou manage to escape the scene with seconds to spare. Blue and red lights illuminate against the orange glow and black acrid smoke as the war party leaves. It doesn't take them long to reach the safe haven of the Library, all shuffling in with their various injuries and prizes, and a still unconscious Shadow Lord.
Elliot pockets his keys, his injuries now gone, though his entire right sight from chest to shoe is pretty much covered in blood. He does have a spare shirt in the car, though, and he peels off the blood-covered one and puts the non-blood-covered one on. "Anyone have any injuries that stuck?"
On the way to the Library, the particularly perceptive among the Garou might notice that they are being tailed by a raven.
Which would not be Bad-Boy. Once at the Library, he carefully places the bumper atop a small horde of other, carefully saved bits of trash and metal. He, then, finds one of the blankets or bits of upholstery that's laying around and starts to roll around in it, trying to get the blood out of his fur.
Kavi arrives a little bit after the others, helmet under one arm. Unlike many of the others, he appears undamaged. He pauses, just inside, to look around, taking in the sight of the place as though for the first time.
Flint looks down at himself, a low growl of residual anger for a moment before the younger Glass Walker gains composure. "Not me, but Ky does," Flint says, quietly. "We should get him downstairs, t-the—" But it cuts off, as though he can't quite bring himself to say 'basement' again.
Alexandra says, "Ky took some burns," at about the same time as Flint is speaking. For her part, she doesn't seem to have a mark left on her, although her clothing—between the blood, the bullet holes, and the damage from her sliding along the road—makes her look like she'd be right at home in a horror film.
Elliot gives the place a look-over, too, non-judgmental, and then walks over to Ky and makes sure the injuries aren't life-threatening. "Yeah," he adds to Flint. "Have any of you ever seen withdrawal before?" This doesn't seem like the sort of question that implies he's asking because he doesn't know, but rather for their own information. "So you know what to expect?"
There is the sound of someone coming down the stairs from above, but stopping before they reach the main level. "Excuse me?" Comes Val's voice, after she rather roughly clears her throat. "Would it be okay if I came down? Does anyone need healing?"
The last question from Elliot, however, causes Flint to tense. Ky's deposited on a nearby open surface, near Alexandra, and by the time that Val's asking a question, Flint's distanced himself from the group. "Yes, Elliot-rhya," is the only terse answer the younger galliard manages.
Kavi tenses at Elliot's question, and the sharp nod he gives in reply is answer enough.
There's muffled complaint from Ky, a groan that sounds an awful lot like one of his jokingly whined questions. Little movement, some stirring that speaks of him coming to.
Alexandra doesn't give much in the way of explanation, but she does say, "All of us here have seen it." She looks over toward the sound of Val's voice, clearly recognizing her, but she leaves it to one of her elders—or Bad-Boy, as their host—to answer about whether she can come down.
Elliot looks from Flint to Kavi, and just nods once, grim, and doesn't say more. To the knock, he pauses, and looks to the only Gnawer still here—who's currently rolling in bedding—and then looks up the stairs.
Once clean(ish), Bad-Boy joins the main group, and peers up suspiciously at Val. ~Did you bring food?~ Clearly, his conditions for entering the safehouse are simple, at best.
Val's feet come in to view, followed by the rest of her skinny frame a few moments later. She really doesn't look all that comfortable, in an enclosed space filled with Garou. "Uhh, no," she tells Bad-Boy. "Sorry. Could bring by some later? Just wanted to make certain you guys were alright. Those were some rather big booms. Take it those Green Angels guys are all dead now. Is, uhh, is Ky alright?"
It takes Flint a bit of time to compose himself. "Ky's burned from. The. T-the explosion," comes the answer, without turning around, or facing the group. "And fuck knows, w-what else. It's dead, though."
"The fire—" Kavi starts and then shakes his head and starts again. "The burns will heal. It's. The withdrawal that will be hard. That… And. And the loss."
Alexandra says, "He's alive. But he took the third drink before we attacked and killed the leech." She looks over at Kavi at the mention of loss, though. That part wasn't something she was familiar with, it seems.
Ky gets a hand under himself and pushes upward. His head doesn't seem to want to lift though, and he settles again after a second or two.
Bad-Boy lets out a disappointed sigh and unceremoniously flops to the floor. He does, however, give her a hopeful look when she mentions that she could bring some later. ~Pizza? Fighting makes me hungry,~ he explains. Then again, knowing Bad-Boy, there's probably little that doesn't. ~Do not know about the others,~ he says, brown eyes flicking towards the other Garou, ~but you might want to bring enough for everybody.~
The other's explanations don't seem to require much more, and Elliot just says, "Yeah, and this is going to hit the news. Hard." He scrubs a hand back through his hair, and looks over at Val; the glance he gives her is unfamiliar, but not unfriendly. Just weary. "Sorry, don't think we've met."
Flint pauses when he's a good distance away from the group, and then turns back. Wordlessly he makes his way over to Alexandra, equally wordlessly, hands something to her. Eventually, he murmurs something, barely audible, "Give these back to me when it's safe to," and then turns, his gaze eventually searching out the other Walker's.
Val cocks her head to one side, in a quick movement, before nodding to Bad-Boy and turning her attention towards Alexandra, lips pressing together. "Told him he'd be better off going fuzzy, then doing that," she says with a frustrated sigh, before looking over at Elliot. "Val. Just Val'll do just fine. I'm the local bird."
Kavi's gaze tics to Val, and then returns to Alexandra and then to Flint. "It's not… It's not just a cage. What happens when you drink? It's not just a leash. It's… It makes you love. And. And that feeling? That part? Isn't… It doesn't cut clean, when the vampire dies. The leash is gone. The cage is broken. But… But the love? But you know it was wrong. That it wasn't real. But it's still there. And. And the loss is real."
"Ah. I've heard of you," Elliot says, relaxing a fraction. "Elliot. Athro Ragabash, Righ of the Fianna, and Alpha of the Sept." The shortened version of the introduction seems to do just fine. He looks back toward Kavi as he speaks, but adds nothing.
Alexandra accepts the objects that Flint offers, tucking them into pockets, though the observant would likely be able to tell fairly easily that one of them is a gun. She reaches out to give Flint's shoulder a squeeze, saying only, "Both of us can take the first shift." Then, turning her attention back to the others, she falls silent as Kavi explains further, clearly not liking what she's hearing even as she accepts the truth of it readily enough.
Flint nods at Kavi's words, lips pursing into a tense line, and there's a long moment when Flint looks back towards the door, the way out to the street, evident willpower simply to stay here with the other Garou. "It's real," he agrees, still very quietly. "Even, before, the… third, it, she…"
Bad-Boy listens to the conversation while chewing on a paw, to clean the gore out from between his toes. I can help watch, he offers. I do not understand what is happening, but I can help.
"Nothing to terrible I hope," Val says, a touch of humour entering her voice and a smirk appearing on her lips. "And yea, I'd heard that you'd taken over from Silvertip. Hope the fellow is doing alright… Always got along with him just fine, but I haven't seen much of him of late. Likes to get together with that bear buddy of his and go trooping through the Umbra." Her gaze shifts back to Ky, faint smile fading from her lips. "Anyone mind if I heal him? He's gonna be suffering enough, without the pain of burns for several days."
Kavi draws in a breath an holds it. His gaze holds to Flint, something fierce and strong in that look. "It makes it harder. The withdrawal… It's physical, like drugs, and emotional, like drugs. And. And spiritual. It's something else. And the loss. It makes it harder. He'll try to go through you. He'll try to trick you. He won't care what it takes. When it hurts the most, he'll try to drink from you, or from his own veins."
"He's fine. He left for a bit to go take care of his business." Elliot's voice is quiet, probably in respect for Kavi's explanation, though he does wave her on. "Go ahead."
Flint practically shakes with tension, and he looks at Kavi, and nods. "I need to be somewhere else. For a little," Flint says, before looking down at the ground, rather than at Alexandra, or at Elliot.
"Who will," comes Ky's voice, quiet and spoken into whatever he's been left on. He hasn't moved much more, turned his head a little so an eye looks toward the group, trying to place… something in mind.
Alexandra moves over to stand near Ky. "Welcome back," she greets. "You mind if Val heals up the burns?"
Val draws in a breath, holds it for a second, then moves through the Garou to get to Ky. Something in her posture and the way she walks, indicates a readiness to bolt at a moments notice. "Hey there Ky," she says, voice quiet when she reaches the Shadow Lord Ragabash. "Going to do what I can for those burns of yours," she says, lifting a hand and allowing her fingers to hover just above the burns on his face. Then, her fingertips drop down to a patch of unburnt skin and she focuses on her healing Gift.
Elliot just waits, watching.
Kavi gives a brief glance to Ky, a second when Val nears him, but most of his attention is on Flint. "I have a place we can go," he says to the younger galliard, and then nods toward the door.
Ky sucks in a breath when those healing energies start doing their thing. After, he focuses on Lex and then Val. And it's almost like a light goes on. He starts to get up again. "Val! Val, can you help my friend Will? He's hurt. Badly. And he needs…" He frowns slightly piecing together the hours from earlier. Instead of finishing that train of thought he turns a look onto the other Garou, wary.
Flint nods mutely to Kavi, and there's a moment of Flint going stone-still with the focus of willpower, before he detours to grab his backpack, and head for the door, trusting that the adren is coming as well, without looking back.
Pack> Flint says, barely forcing the words out. "I'll be back. I just. I can't. Not right now."
Pack> Alexandra says, "Go. I'll handle things for now."
Val bites her lower lip, as her fingers curl back in to the palm of her hand. "I'm sorry that I couldn't help out more, particularly after pointing you at the Green Angels problem in the first place," she says, traces of guilt in her voice. "I'm going to go get that pizza," she announces, glancing over at Bad-Boy, before turning and heading back up the stairs. "Be back in a bit."
Elliot exhales a breath out, slowly. "Can you watch him?" he says quietly to Alexandra. "We should probably leave. I'll be in touch, and you guys have my number—call me if you need anything. Doesn't matter the hour, just make sure it's important."
Kavi looks to Elliot before following Flint out. "I have a phone, for you. I— When you have time? Come find me at the Tenement?" He pauses at the door, only briefly, to ensure that Elliot heard.
Elliot looks up to Kavi and nods. "Yeah—I'll be by later. Thanks."
24 November, 2012
The moon is in the waxing Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (74% full).
The warehouse is in a bad section of town. The streets are dark—easily half the streetlights are shot out or broken. This is not a section of town where it's a good idea to walk the streets alone at night. The warehouse in question is a smaller one. Maybe 20,000 square feet. Walls of rusty metal. Spray painted. There's a single loading bay door with a ramp leading up to it. The door is open, showing light from within as well as a number of motorbikes and bikers. Death metal blares. A couple topless prostitutes can be seen within—one apparently engaging in a rather lewd act upon one of the bikers. A trio of thugs are guarding the doors. They act as if they're probably armed, even if they don't have any obvious weapons—save for one guy carrying a baseball bat.
Even Elliot has a gun, which isn't something he normally carries. After getting parked some distance away, he separates out the group into pairs—him and Slug, Alexandra and Flint, Aaron and Bad-Boy—with the expectation that they need to check up on their partners and keep track of them and to let no one get left behind at any point. "When we get in there, we won't have long. In, get the vampire, get Ky, and get out. We can try to distract those guards away from the door, but I'm going to play by the fact that it probably won't work so we can be pleasantly surprised."
Slug climbs out of the vehicle looking like he's ready to step out onto the set of The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly. The Gnawer is smoking a cigarette, and wearing a long, drab poncho. Once he's out of the car, he pulls a helmet from beneath the seat and plops it on his head, and a worn shotgun, which is just short enough to be mostly concealed by his poncho. He quietly pumps in a fresh round, then spits his cigarette out onto the asphalt and grinds it down with his boot heel.
Bad-Boy bounds out of the car that brought them there, with a kind of youthful exuberance that can only be found in the young and/or dim-witted. When he's paired up with Aaron he trots over to his partner in crime and bumps into him with a shoulder, tail wagging slowly in anticipation.
Alexandra has her hair tied back and mostly underneath the knit cap she's wearing, and is in looser-fitting clothing than usual, to at least disguise somewhat the fact that she's in glabro, and to make it a little less obvious that she's female while she's at it. She reaches out to give Flint's shoulder a squeeze.
Flint finishes checking over his handgun as they get out, and pushes up the sleeves of his sweatshirt, ever so slightly. It helps disguise that like his packmate, he's in glabro for the time being. The gun in hand, hands get tucked into the loose outer pockets for the moment, and the Walker is nearly jittery with tension, teeth bared in an occasionally impatient snarl that fades to level breathing. Flint nods once to Alexandra, silent.
Aaron owns a worn leather riding jacket for colder Saint Claire days, which he has taken out to fit into the warehouse packed with biker-types. The Gnawer could easily fit into this place with his roguish appearance. He reaches his hand out to scritch at the top of Bad-Boy's head. "Maybe you should stay with me until you are told otherwise," he tells Bad-Boy in a whisper.
As the group assembles, two more gang members can be seen moving to the edges of the loading bay. One of them converses with the trio already outside while the other lingers next to the edge of the bay door—just inside and partially concealed by the metal wall.
Elliot checks his gun, stuffs it in the back hem of his pants and conceals it with his shirt, and tosses his jacket in the back of the car, regarding the men at the door with mostly unreadable features. "Don't shoot without knowing what you're shooting at. Or clawing at. Let's go."
Alexandra adds, "And try to avoid putting Ky in a position where he's got to fight you in order to protect the vampire if at all possible. I don't think he should have any special loyalty to the rest of them."
Slug is more than happy to let Elliot take the lead. He checks something he has hidden away near his hip, then discretely shifts to Glabro and falls into line with the Ragabash. Alexandra's words draw a curious look from him, but he doesn't say anything.
Kavi pulls up just as Elliot checks his weapon, and moves through to join Flint, offering a nod to the Alpha as he nears. He takes a moment to check his own firearm, and then looks to the others as they move out.
Bad-Boy readily agrees to Aaron's suggestion, shifting up into Hispo now that there's room to do so. Brown eyes track the movement of the thugs with keen interest. When discussing the plan, his only contribution is to say, Just show me what to bite and I will bite it!
Flint nods to Kavi when the other Walker arrives, though none of the tension and coiled anger fades from the younger galliard's manner. "Right," Flint says, barely audible over the music and traffic. Flint takes a few steps forward, and looks to Lex. "Anything you can tell us on the guards?" he asks her.
Aaron looks at the rest of the group handling firearms and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "Good attitude," he whispers to Bad-Boy with a toothy grin. He seems comfortable remaining in homid for now.
The five gang members talking outside the loading bay door separate and fan out, a couple ducking back inside briefly and coming out with what look like shotguns that'd been hidden inside. Looks like someone's tipped them off and they're now expecting company. The party inside seems to be dying down now, though the music still blares loudly and people can be seen moving back and forth. There's probably a dozen people in total.
Alexandra shakes her head at Flint. "Wouldn't tell us anything that isn't obvious in a case like this, unfortunately."
Elliot looks to Kavi as he arrives, and then nods to him. "You handle one of the guns, I'll get the other," he mutters, and then says, "Take down the guards. Try to do it quiet." And, with that, he starts heading for the building, sticking close to the edges of other buildings, and in shadows.
Kavi slows his pace as the weapons come into view, and his gaze settles on one in particular. He nods at Elliot's words, without shifting his gaze, and his hands tighten into fists. He draws in a slow, steady breath, a moment of concentration, before he moves to catch up to his former position.
Slug follows in line behind Elliot without saying a word, some five or seven feet behind him. The Ragabash moves deftly and silently in his footsteps, holding his gun low and ready. He frequently glances about as they approach, keeping an eye out for potential ambushes.
Flint checks his gun one more time then sets it in the back of his pants as they move. Not too far behind Kavi for a moment, and then Flint fans out, keeping to cover but moving decisively towards the guard who had the baseball bat with a brief nod to Alexandra.
Aaron takes a moment to pop his knuckles before he walks briskly along after the rest of the group. He's pretty much acting as a soldier in this operation, leaving it up to Elliot and Kavi for direction.
Alexandra sticks close to Flint. She seems to approve of his choice of targets, since it means she'll be able to take a weapon, and for as long as they're trying not to use claws, that'll come in quite handy.
As the garou move about into various positions, outside the building, one of the men with a shotgun utters a curse as the barrel drops right off the weapon—and then the gun literally comes apart in his hands. A second drops his gun as the barrel starts to glow a faintly red hue. Cries of alarm go up and two more people come to the front of the warehouse—there's now a total of seven, and at least five are armed. Then the glowing shotgun erupts with a blast—nothing huge, but loud and the weapon is destroyed. At least two—maybe four—motorbike engines start up from inside, followed by a van's engine. Red alert seems to have just happened. The lights inside get cut off, making the streets better illuminated than the interior of the warehouse. Lights from the van and two motorcycles stab about inside while exterior lights on the building help the guards scan for threats that might be approaching.
Bad-Boy pads after Aaron, waiting for the word to attack.
Well, so much for quiet. Elliot curses under his breath, but looks back and motions Slug to go on; meanwhile, he focuses a gift on one of the armed guards nearer the door.
Kavi isn't a ragabash, but he is no stranger to moving in the city's shadows. Nodding to himself at something he sees, he turns his gaze to another of the obviously armed guards before reaching for his own weapon.
Aaron waits as patiently as the Ahroun can as Kavi and Elliot attempt to take out the guards from a distance. He crouches down waiting for the right moment where he can break into the building with Bad-Boy.
Flint pauses when the cover is still good, levels his gun. A nod to his packmate and Flint takes several shots at the guard that's his target, followed by hastily shoving it back into his pocket to close the distance. They're already on alert, it can't hurt to shoot now, after all.
Slug draws in a breath when he hears the cries of alarm, but he doesn't fire. The Gnawer continues moving forward as quiet as a rat in a kitchen- Until he gets the nod from Elliot. Slug reaches beneath his poncho and comes up with a malt liquor bottle with a lighter and a rag duct taped around the neck. It just takes a second for him to spark it to life, and then he stops, throws his bottle at the thugs, and takes aim.
Alexandra sprints across toward the gang banger that Flint shot at. Assuming he's down, she's just going to take the bat and move on to the next one. If not, she'll take a swing at him as goes to get control of the bat.
One of the guard's falls to the ground for no obvious reason whatsoever, and the guy whose shotgun fell apart in his hands grabs him and pulls him inside and into cover. Another guard with a pistol drops the weapon from his hands as it, too, begins glowing red. This time the gun doesn't go off, though. At least, not yet it doesn't. The motorcycles wheel up to the entryway and park at idle—until shots ring out. At range, with a pistol, Flint's shots go wide—but with so many targets clustered at the loading bay door, someone gets tagged, though it wasn't the guy with the bat Flint was aiming at. Alexandra darts from the shadows and into the illuminated field of fire at about the same time that Slug lobs a molotov cocktail and takes a shot at it. *Whiff!* Miss and a bullet goes god-knows-where into the city. It's too much ground to cover in a short bit of time, and Alexandra finds herself exposed and in the open. Pistols spew bullets at Flint's muzzle flash, Slug's direction and the origin of the molotov, and Alexandra her direction, chewing up concrete. A few rounds whiz past Flint's head and Alexandra takes a couple rounds, slowing her down slightly. The molotov belatedly completes its flight path, falling just short of the ramp, and bursts into flames that help obscure Alexandra from further shots while simultaneously obstructing a direct approach to the man with the baseball bat.
Headlights from the van illuminate those over half dozen people and two motorbikes in the doorway as the van backs up and through the wooden wall of an office in the corner.
Elliot continues toward the door, mutters, "So much for quiet," and focuses in on—this time—the motorcycle at the doorway. He's aiming toward getting inside, and quickly. Especially when that van starts pulling away.
Kavi's lip curls from his teeth and he turns his focus from the pistol to the motorcycle nearest the edge of the loading bay. His own gun remains in his hand, but he has yet to take aim or fire.
The driver's side window of the van cranks down after the vehicle has stopped and Ky leans out of it, a handgun of his own leveled on the those coming up the ramp. He squeezes off a couple of rounds, adding his own weapon's report into the cacophony.
Flint takes another dash forward in the moment when the gunfire pauses, but his new directory is towards the entrance, with the sheer intent of potentially ripping apart anything that gets in his way. "Fuck," Flint mutters, when Alexandra can hear.
Slug slides into a position behind a rusting mailbox as the shots start coming his way, the dome of his helmet barely poking out of cover. The Gnawer waits for a few seconds, then pops out and fires off two shots in rapid succession.
Aaron watches the van as it begins to back up. He is beginning to loose his patience quickly but doesn't want to be stupid enough to be caught in the crossfire.
Bad-Boy's ears splay back at the sound of all the gunfire. It's easy to tell that he just wants to leap into the fray by the way he crouching, getting his feet coiled up underneath him for a leap, but he hold back with his partner because he was told to.
Alexandra lets out a growl as she's hit, and there's a flash of pain and irritation that echoes over their packlink. "Next time we're using the car as a damn weapon, so we don't have to charge into gunfire," she mutters at Flint. The cover provided by the flames isn't likely to last long, so she gets back to moving, looking to either finish crossing the distance to get into melee range or find cover while she continues her advance, whichever is more feasible.
The motorcycle nearest the door simultaneously begins to glow red and disassemble itself. The rider holds the handlebars for a second in confusion as the bike comes apart beneath him, then he drops the bars, steps away, and draws a pistol. A gang member emerges from behind the door, levels an assault rifle at Elliot, and fires shots rapidly at the sept elder—and with excellent accuracy: the first and second rounds hit and the third round mysteriously jams in the chamber. Gunfire EVERYWHERE as pistols spew led out from the cargo bay doors in an attempt to defend the warehouse's interior. At range, Slug's shotgun spews pellets over an area, hitting multiple targets—but none lethally. The van's wheels suddenly begin spinning as the driver floors it in an attempt to get out the front ramp. Alexandra opts to use a greasy telephone pole for cover rather than charge up the ramp and go head-to-head with a van. A few bullets chew into the wood, but she goes unscathed. The remaining motorcycle revs up, preparing to plow a path if need be. The scene is beyond chaotic.
Aaron sees a potential problem with the van getting away. "Is it just Ky in the van?" he whisper-shouts at Ky's packmates. He's just one tick short of blowing everything open and charging towards the warehouse in Crinos. Fuck this.
Elliot is taken down to a point of at least needing to take a breather, but that's enough to at least take him off his feet. He takes cover, bleeding copiously and breathing hard, though he does take a moment to draw his own gun, take careful aim, and fire one at the guy holding the assault rifle, because eff that.
Alexandra begins climbing the pole, a burst of rage fueling the speed of her ascent. She aims to be up high enough to leap for the roof of the van if none of the others manage to stop it before it can start on its escape attempt.
Kavi doesn't move, doesn't change his focus, as the chaos begins around him. His gaze remains steady on the disassembled motorcycle.
Slug pumps another round into the chamber of his shotgun, ejecting a smoking shell out onto the pavement. The Gnawer leans up and prepares to take another shot, then freezes when the van comes roaring at them. He lowers his gun and stares at the van, focusing on it without blinking.
Ky keeps his head and gun arm out the window while driving the van toward the ramp. If there'd been any question before, it's definitely the Shadow Lord Ragabash at the wheel. He fires off another trio of rounds into the fray, aiming at the Garou nearest the oncoming vehicle.
Flint steels himself, and takes fire at the front of the van, teeth gritted.
Aaron can see that Ky has been suckered by the vampire. He shifts into Hispo in the shadows and takes off after the van. Come on, Bad-Boy! He's not letting the van get away with Ky in it.
Bad-Boy whines quietly at the firefight, giving Aaron a helpless look. We should just charge… and then Aaron takes off after the van, having mirrored his own thoughts. With surprising speed, the Lupus explosively uncoils and leaps after the van, sailing through the air with unnatural loft and speed.
A number of things happen all at once. Bullets are flying everywhere, but there's fewer of them—probably some people reloading at this point. The guy trying to unjam the assault rifle suddenly has the gun disintegrate in his hands, parts going everywhere. Just before the van exits the garage, the motorcycle's glowing red gas tank goes. *FWOOMP!* Flames engulf the van and at least half a dozen people within the mouth of the garage, setting the people ablaze. They run around, screaming. Some make the mistake of stopping to drop and roll in the flaming gasoline on the ground.
Ky's shots at Elliot go wild and get cut short as flames roast the flesh on his left arm and side of his face. The van launches down the ramp, driver's side on fire, and nearly flips off the ramp and crashes as it swerves hard to stay upright. Miraculously, it stays upright. A single nut on the passenger side wheel falls off and clatters across the road. Flint manages to plant a few bullets into the front of the van and cracks the front windshield, but it keeps on rolling. Alexandra leaps onto the van's roof as the van passes by and manages to both land the attack and stick to the roof despite the crazed driving. Aaron and Bad boy give pursuit, gaining on the van, and Bad-Boy's epic leap still isn't enough to get him onto the van. (Maybe before it accelerates away, though, as it is turning and revving to gain speed to escape.) The other motorcycle, on fire and riderless, rolls down the ramp. The gunfire that'd been coming out of the building has stopped completely. Now there's just screaming as people burn alive—and a white cargo van trying to make good on an escape.
Aaron uses his rage to get him up to the van before it has a chance to escape. He blurs into Crinos as he leaps for the van, especially aiming for one of the door handles.
Kavi turns his sights on the escaping van, this time bringing his weapon up to sight at the left rear tire. As much focus as he put into using his gift, before, he puts into his aim, and he eases the trigger back.
Elliot is still in cover, and this time he focuses his gift on the van—he looks pained and rather tired, though.
Alexandra stays low on the roof of the van to keep her balance as best as possible. She holds on for dear life with one hand, the other reaching for her head to pull off the knit cap. Using it as a glove to at least help reduce how badly cut up her hand is going to be, she then brings her fist down on the windshield to shatter it with her glabro strength, hopefully distracting Ky further and—eventually—giving herself an easier way into the cab from up here than via the door, though she doesn't try to make the move just yet.
Slug ducks behind the mailbox when he hears the explosion, hitting the dirt with his back against the mailbox. The Gnawer curses when the van flies past, and drops his shotgun on the ground. "Someone pick up my fucking gun!" He calls, then runs up the ramp. If the Gnawer passes a pistol on the ground, he barely stops to pick it up, then runs into the warehouse.
Flint takes off running, keeping the van in sight. There's a burst of speed to catch up with it as well, though his gun's now shoved back away, focus entirely on keeping up with the van and with his packmates. There's a wordless, enraged growl under his breath.
Bad-Boy uses what rage he has to keep up with Aaron, similarly chasing after the van, looking for all the world like the cliche. If he catches up to it instead of doing something useful like shifting into Crinos and trying to break into the van, instead his jaws will clamp down on the rear bumper in an attempt to slow it down. This will probably not go as planned.
Just as his pack leader hammers a fist through the window, so does Ky snatch a hand out to grab her and drag her into the cab of the van. It's not a nice motion, either, his lips are peeled back to show teeth and his grip means to grapple rather than offer a free ride through town.
Alexandra quickly discovers a downside to being on the van's roof: there's people inside shooting up through it. Violent little holes open up through the metal, and a couple bullets manage to find a new home embedded in her flesh. Kavi's shot misses its intended target, but still hits a taillight and misses both Aaron and Bad-Boy. Aaron manages to grab onto the van's rear and work open one of the back doors, right as Bad-Boy clamps onto the bumper. As a reward, one of the occupants shoots Bad-Boy in the hip. Inside the rear of the van, there's three people in the back—one appears to be incapacitated or dead. Ky grapples with Alexandra's arm as it comes through the windshield. The van swerves all over the place, but the three garou clinging to it don't fall off. Then then the front passenger wheel pops off. Sparks fly as metal grinds across cement. The van swerves out of control as Ky is left struggle to maintain control of the wheel while fighting off Alexandra's hand, and the van skids—and then flips onto its side—throwing the garou off and knocking all the van's occupants around. A rear door falls off—then the other—as the garou pick themselves up off the road, suffering only minor road rash at such a low speed. Bad-Boy seems to have a bumper in his mouth.
Elliot gets up and starts heading for the van at a jog, though he's favoring a leg—the one he got shot in—and a hand is clamped to his side, and the other hand holds the gun; it's ready to fire if need be.
Bullets, broken glass, and a rather unpleasant impact with the pavement leave Alexandra a bloody mess. Her packmates would both know that she's alive, if in quite a bit of pain, but she's not going anywhere until she's had at least a little bit of time to heal up.
The younger of the two Walker Galliards shifts to crinos as the van skids, heading for it when it comes to a halt. There's a brief pause to acknowledge that Alexandra is alright, before Requiem is heading for the van, to pull Ky out of it and get his packmate—regardless of whether his packmate wants to be gotten.
As soon as he gets the shot off, miss or not, Kavi leaves his position in the shadows to head toward the van. His path takes him alongside Elliot, and he slows to match pace with the Alpha, glancing to him only briefly as they move. Like the alpha, he keeps his pistol at the ready, and he keeps an eye out for movement or other signs of threat.
Ky turns away from Lex, determining that she's a non-threat for now. He twists in his seat, turning to climb through the wreckage and out of the van. The appearance of the other Garou, still chasing after all that, gives him cause to jump off the wreckage and start running toward them. Aggressively. His unburned hand digs into his back pocket to pull out his folding knife while he sprints to meet the oncoming party.
Make sure that your packmate gets somewhere to detox for awhile, Lionheart rumbles in his chest as he moves away from Requiem's pack members. He then goes to take care of the two stunned humans in the back with pistols.
Shooting Bad-Boy is kind of like shooting a bear. You better make sure that you kill it or else you're just going to make it angry. Roaring in pain and rage (which causes his prize, the bumper, to fall from his mouth), he charges the thugs in the back of the van, planning on turning whomever he meets back there into a fine mist with his teeth and claws.
Aaron and Bad-Boy descend upon the rear occupants of the van, Aaron moves supernaturally fast and handily dispatches one human and then suddenly seems to lose it as Ky emerges from the front with a knife. Aaron shifts to lupus and suddenly flees. Bad-Boy dispatches the other human, then gets stabbed in the neck by Ky as the Shadow Lord defends his new master to the death.
Requiem charges his packmate, to grapple with the Shadow Lord ragabash regardless of the knife that the other has. Whatever blows that Requiem can land, he attempts to, anything and everything in order to subdue Kyler.
Elliot exchanges a glance with Kavi, and just asides, "This one'll make the news," as he looks grim, and then shouts, "Get him out of there!" as he nears. 'Him' presumably meaning Ky. And he stalks over toward the van, inclined to check to make sure nothing… well, dead… still lives.
Requiem quickly pummels Ky into unconsciousness, and then almost seems on the verge of continuing to assault the Shadow Lord after he's down. He visibly shakes with barely controlled rage, hands clenched hard, wrestling to retain control.
Alexandra starts pushing herself back to her feet, although even if Ky were still up and moving, she'd be in no condition to join in the melee. It doesn't stop her from trying to move in that direction, though, for one or more likely both of her packmates' benefits.
Kavi picks up his pace to keep at Elliot's side, though his gaze shifts briefly to Flint as the other galliard struggles with his rage. His gun, though, is aimed at the still, undead body in the back of the van as they approach.
Bad-Boy staggers out of the van, fur matted and drenched with blood. It's impossible to tell how much of it his, and how much of it is the gang members. He stumbles, apparently heading back towards the bumper before the wounds that he'd taken finally catch up to him and his feet go out from under him.
Further struggle lets Flint shift down to glabro, crouching over Ky. There's a moment of ensuring that his packmate is out, before Flint just picks up Ky's unconscious form, and heads towards the van. Apparently, the younger Walker wants to see the vampire for himself, though there's clear indecision, and at one point, Flint moves to keep Kavi in between the van, and him.
Slug rides out of the warehouse on a beaten up motorcycle with a pistol held in his teeth. The bike hops off the ramp due to the speed he's going at, and the Gnawer does a wide slide out and turns in the direction of… An overturned van with everyone around it. He abruptly comes to a full stop, then sits up and huffs out an indignant breath.
Elliot regards the body in the van, and a few quick thoughts go through his head. He looks to Flint, then to Ky, and apparently abruptly changes his mind for whatever thoughts were going through his head. He turns to Flint, appraising the Galliard, and he offers him the gun hilt first. "Only take it if you can handle this. If you can't, then don't take it. I will knock you out if you frenzy."
Kavi leaves enough room for Flint to approach, glancing once at his younger tribemate. Then his focus returns to the vampire and his teeth bare.
Alexandra finally reaches her packmates, though seeing what's happening, she stays with Ky rather than accompany Flint forward, offering a nod in his direction with an accompanying sense of approval via the packlink. She's looking more stable on her feet already, the sense of pain he gets from her easing as she continues healing up.
Flint pauses, hesitation and a glance back to Alexandra before he nods to Elliot. The younger Glass Walker takes the gun, steps forward again. Teeth grit, breath slows to very, very controlled, and without putting his packmate down, Flint takes aim at the body of the vampire, point blank and fires. And then fires again, and a third time. "We should burn it, to. Be certain," Flint manages to say, offering the gun back to Elliot.
Slug takes stock of the scene playing out down the street, and lingers to make sure everything seems to be alright. Then the Gnawer parks his bike and promptly runs back up the ramp and into the warehouse, pausing only briefly to grab his shotgun.
Bad-Boy is just going to lay here for a bit, he says, as his wounds begin to heal.
Elliot claps Flint on the shoulder, briefly, as he takes the gun back. And then he looks to Bad-Boy; "No, you're not. C'mon, you can make it, we need to get out of here." He looks to Kavi—"Can you set that on fire?" with a motion toward the van. Otherwise, he seems to be preparing to leave.
Off in the distance, probably a minute or two away, sirens can be heard approaching.
Kavi watches Flint, no real emotion showing beyond the curl of his lips. He nods once to Elliot and then repositions the body, directing others to help him with whatever else he can find, for the greatest effect before he uses his gift one more time.
Flint nods to Alexandra, and re-shoulders Ky's body so that he can walk more easily. It's easy enough to carry the Shadow Lord ragabash, still being in glabro. "Let's go," he agrees quietly, another glance to Kavi. The younger galliard still struggles with something, internally, but whatever it is, it's tightly walled off.
Slug comes trotting out of the warehouse with a newly acquired bag slung over his shoulder, rattling like a knight filled with rocks. The Gnawer runs over to his bike and hops on, then rides over to the group and jerks his head in their direction. "Anyone need a ride?"
Bad-Boy chuffs, getting to his feet, looking a hell of a lot better now then when he came out of the van, and wanders over to the bumper where he grabs it as a trophy of the fight. He's still covered from nose to tail in blood, however, and would look a hell of a lot more menacing if he didn't look like some dog with a huge bone in his mouth.
Elliot looks at Slug wearily, and there's a mix of some form of dark amusement there. "No thanks." He gives the place a once-over to make sure there's nothing else that needs taking care of, and then herds everyone out. Bumper and all.
Alexandra asks Flint, "Vault?" She's open to suggestions if he's got another place to take Ky in mind, though.
Flint shakes his head to Alexandra. "Tenement for now," he says, looking to both Elliot and Kavi after he says this, perhaps for confirmation.
Slug shrugs his shoulders and gives the group one last curious look, then carefully rumbles off down the road in the opposite direction as the sirens.
"Needs some place secure," Elliot says, "and I don't know if the tenement can handle it. Maybe the basement. Concrete walls. No reflective surfaces. Outside locks. No windows. He's going to be trying to escape any way he can."
As the others move away, the van's gas tank begins to glow. At first a deep, dull red, and then brighter, bordering on orange. Kavi turns, ushering the others out of range, just before the tank goes, engulfing in flame the van and its contents. "It's done," says the galliard, the words lost under the roar of the flame.
Alexandra watches the burning van for a short time. "You'll be able to stay with him?" she asks Flint. "I'll take shifts, too, of course."
Flint takes a breath and thinks. "Library. The Gnawer's library," he amends. "Yes," he says to Alexandra, and takes a deep breath, before continuing. "They have the basement there, it's… better secured. Plus, there's the… t-the. The." That's followed by a few choice cursewords, and just frustrated silence. "Banes, fifth floor, right now. So. Library." There's a pause and Flint turns to the elder Galliard. "Kavi-rhya, would… you come, too?"
Pack> Alexandra doesn't make any mention of it aloud, but there's the clear sense via their shared link that she suspects Flint is the better suited of the two of them to watch Ky.
Elliot looks down to check the bleeding in his side, and then clamps a hand back over it. "I'll come by to check on him when I can," he says, not unkindly, but also not implying that he'll be taking over shifts. "Thanks," he adds to Kavi in a murmur as he passes, and then says, "Seriously. We can decide on the way. Cops coming."
Pack> Flint echoes some uncertainty, but keeps himself walled off as much from the link, as his demeanor is aloud.
Bad-Boy prances after the rest of the group, trophy in his jaws held high, tail wagging at the notion that the library is going to have a few visitors now.
"For a while," Kavi answers Flint, and finally holsters his gun, retaking his birth form as he does. He nods in response to Elliot's recommendation, but his gaze remains on the alpha for a little longer.
When all is said and done, the Garou manage to escape the scene with seconds to spare. Blue and red lights illuminate against the orange glow and black acrid smoke as the war party leaves. It doesn't take them long to reach the safe haven of the Library, all shuffling in with their various injuries and prizes, and a still unconscious Shadow Lord.
Elliot pockets his keys, his injuries now gone, though his entire right sight from chest to shoe is pretty much covered in blood. He does have a spare shirt in the car, though, and he peels off the blood-covered one and puts the non-blood-covered one on. "Anyone have any injuries that stuck?"
On the way to the Library, the particularly perceptive among the Garou might notice that they are being tailed by a raven.
Which would not be Bad-Boy. Once at the Library, he carefully places the bumper atop a small horde of other, carefully saved bits of trash and metal. He, then, finds one of the blankets or bits of upholstery that's laying around and starts to roll around in it, trying to get the blood out of his fur.
Kavi arrives a little bit after the others, helmet under one arm. Unlike many of the others, he appears undamaged. He pauses, just inside, to look around, taking in the sight of the place as though for the first time.
Flint looks down at himself, a low growl of residual anger for a moment before the younger Glass Walker gains composure. "Not me, but Ky does," Flint says, quietly. "We should get him downstairs, t-the—" But it cuts off, as though he can't quite bring himself to say 'basement' again.
Alexandra says, "Ky took some burns," at about the same time as Flint is speaking. For her part, she doesn't seem to have a mark left on her, although her clothing—between the blood, the bullet holes, and the damage from her sliding along the road—makes her look like she'd be right at home in a horror film.
Elliot gives the place a look-over, too, non-judgmental, and then walks over to Ky and makes sure the injuries aren't life-threatening. "Yeah," he adds to Flint. "Have any of you ever seen withdrawal before?" This doesn't seem like the sort of question that implies he's asking because he doesn't know, but rather for their own information. "So you know what to expect?"
There is the sound of someone coming down the stairs from above, but stopping before they reach the main level. "Excuse me?" Comes Val's voice, after she rather roughly clears her throat. "Would it be okay if I came down? Does anyone need healing?"
The last question from Elliot, however, causes Flint to tense. Ky's deposited on a nearby open surface, near Alexandra, and by the time that Val's asking a question, Flint's distanced himself from the group. "Yes, Elliot-rhya," is the only terse answer the younger galliard manages.
Kavi tenses at Elliot's question, and the sharp nod he gives in reply is answer enough.
There's muffled complaint from Ky, a groan that sounds an awful lot like one of his jokingly whined questions. Little movement, some stirring that speaks of him coming to.
Alexandra doesn't give much in the way of explanation, but she does say, "All of us here have seen it." She looks over toward the sound of Val's voice, clearly recognizing her, but she leaves it to one of her elders—or Bad-Boy, as their host—to answer about whether she can come down.
Elliot looks from Flint to Kavi, and just nods once, grim, and doesn't say more. To the knock, he pauses, and looks to the only Gnawer still here—who's currently rolling in bedding—and then looks up the stairs.
Once clean(ish), Bad-Boy joins the main group, and peers up suspiciously at Val. ~Did you bring food?~ Clearly, his conditions for entering the safehouse are simple, at best.
Val's feet come in to view, followed by the rest of her skinny frame a few moments later. She really doesn't look all that comfortable, in an enclosed space filled with Garou. "Uhh, no," she tells Bad-Boy. "Sorry. Could bring by some later? Just wanted to make certain you guys were alright. Those were some rather big booms. Take it those Green Angels guys are all dead now. Is, uhh, is Ky alright?"
It takes Flint a bit of time to compose himself. "Ky's burned from. The. T-the explosion," comes the answer, without turning around, or facing the group. "And fuck knows, w-what else. It's dead, though."
"The fire—" Kavi starts and then shakes his head and starts again. "The burns will heal. It's. The withdrawal that will be hard. That… And. And the loss."
Alexandra says, "He's alive. But he took the third drink before we attacked and killed the leech." She looks over at Kavi at the mention of loss, though. That part wasn't something she was familiar with, it seems.
Ky gets a hand under himself and pushes upward. His head doesn't seem to want to lift though, and he settles again after a second or two.
Bad-Boy lets out a disappointed sigh and unceremoniously flops to the floor. He does, however, give her a hopeful look when she mentions that she could bring some later. ~Pizza? Fighting makes me hungry,~ he explains. Then again, knowing Bad-Boy, there's probably little that doesn't. ~Do not know about the others,~ he says, brown eyes flicking towards the other Garou, ~but you might want to bring enough for everybody.~
The other's explanations don't seem to require much more, and Elliot just says, "Yeah, and this is going to hit the news. Hard." He scrubs a hand back through his hair, and looks over at Val; the glance he gives her is unfamiliar, but not unfriendly. Just weary. "Sorry, don't think we've met."
Flint pauses when he's a good distance away from the group, and then turns back. Wordlessly he makes his way over to Alexandra, equally wordlessly, hands something to her. Eventually, he murmurs something, barely audible, "Give these back to me when it's safe to," and then turns, his gaze eventually searching out the other Walker's.
Val cocks her head to one side, in a quick movement, before nodding to Bad-Boy and turning her attention towards Alexandra, lips pressing together. "Told him he'd be better off going fuzzy, then doing that," she says with a frustrated sigh, before looking over at Elliot. "Val. Just Val'll do just fine. I'm the local bird."
Kavi's gaze tics to Val, and then returns to Alexandra and then to Flint. "It's not… It's not just a cage. What happens when you drink? It's not just a leash. It's… It makes you love. And. And that feeling? That part? Isn't… It doesn't cut clean, when the vampire dies. The leash is gone. The cage is broken. But… But the love? But you know it was wrong. That it wasn't real. But it's still there. And. And the loss is real."
"Ah. I've heard of you," Elliot says, relaxing a fraction. "Elliot. Athro Ragabash, Righ of the Fianna, and Alpha of the Sept." The shortened version of the introduction seems to do just fine. He looks back toward Kavi as he speaks, but adds nothing.
Alexandra accepts the objects that Flint offers, tucking them into pockets, though the observant would likely be able to tell fairly easily that one of them is a gun. She reaches out to give Flint's shoulder a squeeze, saying only, "Both of us can take the first shift." Then, turning her attention back to the others, she falls silent as Kavi explains further, clearly not liking what she's hearing even as she accepts the truth of it readily enough.
Flint nods at Kavi's words, lips pursing into a tense line, and there's a long moment when Flint looks back towards the door, the way out to the street, evident willpower simply to stay here with the other Garou. "It's real," he agrees, still very quietly. "Even, before, the… third, it, she…"
Bad-Boy listens to the conversation while chewing on a paw, to clean the gore out from between his toes. I can help watch, he offers. I do not understand what is happening, but I can help.
"Nothing to terrible I hope," Val says, a touch of humour entering her voice and a smirk appearing on her lips. "And yea, I'd heard that you'd taken over from Silvertip. Hope the fellow is doing alright… Always got along with him just fine, but I haven't seen much of him of late. Likes to get together with that bear buddy of his and go trooping through the Umbra." Her gaze shifts back to Ky, faint smile fading from her lips. "Anyone mind if I heal him? He's gonna be suffering enough, without the pain of burns for several days."
Kavi draws in a breath an holds it. His gaze holds to Flint, something fierce and strong in that look. "It makes it harder. The withdrawal… It's physical, like drugs, and emotional, like drugs. And. And spiritual. It's something else. And the loss. It makes it harder. He'll try to go through you. He'll try to trick you. He won't care what it takes. When it hurts the most, he'll try to drink from you, or from his own veins."
"He's fine. He left for a bit to go take care of his business." Elliot's voice is quiet, probably in respect for Kavi's explanation, though he does wave her on. "Go ahead."
Flint practically shakes with tension, and he looks at Kavi, and nods. "I need to be somewhere else. For a little," Flint says, before looking down at the ground, rather than at Alexandra, or at Elliot.
"Who will," comes Ky's voice, quiet and spoken into whatever he's been left on. He hasn't moved much more, turned his head a little so an eye looks toward the group, trying to place… something in mind.
Alexandra moves over to stand near Ky. "Welcome back," she greets. "You mind if Val heals up the burns?"
Val draws in a breath, holds it for a second, then moves through the Garou to get to Ky. Something in her posture and the way she walks, indicates a readiness to bolt at a moments notice. "Hey there Ky," she says, voice quiet when she reaches the Shadow Lord Ragabash. "Going to do what I can for those burns of yours," she says, lifting a hand and allowing her fingers to hover just above the burns on his face. Then, her fingertips drop down to a patch of unburnt skin and she focuses on her healing Gift.
Elliot just waits, watching.
Kavi gives a brief glance to Ky, a second when Val nears him, but most of his attention is on Flint. "I have a place we can go," he says to the younger galliard, and then nods toward the door.
Ky sucks in a breath when those healing energies start doing their thing. After, he focuses on Lex and then Val. And it's almost like a light goes on. He starts to get up again. "Val! Val, can you help my friend Will? He's hurt. Badly. And he needs…" He frowns slightly piecing together the hours from earlier. Instead of finishing that train of thought he turns a look onto the other Garou, wary.
Flint nods mutely to Kavi, and there's a moment of Flint going stone-still with the focus of willpower, before he detours to grab his backpack, and head for the door, trusting that the adren is coming as well, without looking back.
Pack> Flint says, barely forcing the words out. "I'll be back. I just. I can't. Not right now."
Pack> Alexandra says, "Go. I'll handle things for now."
Val bites her lower lip, as her fingers curl back in to the palm of her hand. "I'm sorry that I couldn't help out more, particularly after pointing you at the Green Angels problem in the first place," she says, traces of guilt in her voice. "I'm going to go get that pizza," she announces, glancing over at Bad-Boy, before turning and heading back up the stairs. "Be back in a bit."
Elliot exhales a breath out, slowly. "Can you watch him?" he says quietly to Alexandra. "We should probably leave. I'll be in touch, and you guys have my number—call me if you need anything. Doesn't matter the hour, just make sure it's important."
Kavi looks to Elliot before following Flint out. "I have a phone, for you. I— When you have time? Come find me at the Tenement?" He pauses at the door, only briefly, to ensure that Elliot heard.
Elliot looks up to Kavi and nods. "Yeah—I'll be by later. Thanks."