Thread: Investigation - 04.14.2010 - ATN: Mr. Cahill, Mr. Calhoun

((Oops, forgot to finish the subject line.))

After waiting a few hours, Benjamin calls it a night and leaves the Atrium.

Just outside Mr. Calhoun is waiting. "Sheriff." He says flatly. "You wanted to meet with me & Mr. Cahill?" He looks less than 'together' ... he smells of the sewers for the first time since you've known him, his clothes are wrinkled, his hair is a mess and his hat has definately seen better nights.

"Thank you for meeting me, Mr. Calhoun. Do you happen to know if Mr. Cahill can make it? This is very important. I hate to disturb you both on such short notice, but it is unavoidable."

"Bill should be here shortly. I'm honestly surprised he didn't make it before me. Perhaps traffic is worse on the other end of town. Did you want to go back inside? I assure you anything we discuss will get to him as you desire."

"Once Mr. Cahill arrives, perhaps a change of venue is in order. Something more secure. We could meet at my warehouse, or wherever you feel is most secure."

"I'm comfortable meeting at your place. Let me just call Bill to tell him we've changed plans." Calhoun pulls out his phone and dials.

"Bill, yea it's Nate. Change of plans... head to the colonel's warehouse. See ya there."

He looks to Ben, "He's on his way."

((At the warehouse))

Benjamin will lead Mr. Calhoun to his office. He takes a seat behind his desk, allowing Mr. Calhoun his choice of couches and chairs to sit in. "I'll try not to waste your time. The Prince has charged me with finding some Sabbat. He wants me to kill them all save one. He wants that one for questioning. My personal search has only yielded an ancient vampire in the graveyard in Pittsburg. Would you happen to know of any still lingering around the area? We gave them a pretty sound defeat a few weeks ago; I'd be surprised if any are still close enough to really care about us."

"One battle... hardly the war." Calhoun remarks. "I'm sure there are some close by... Fitzpatrick has a group working on digging some people actually. I presumed she and you were on a page with that one unless this is a personal favor she's filling." Calhoun looks thoughtful.

"Miss Fitzpatrick is eva puttin' herself in harms way against betta judgement," Cahill remarks thoughtfully. "No doubt this is somethin' differen' and we should dig up our own garbage to fill the needs of Mr. Arch."

Calhoun begrudgingly nods. "Alright... how about Nevada?" He looks to Cahill.

"Nevada." He says flatly.

In explaination Calhoun goes on, "A suburb north of here. There use to be some holes they'd fall back into from time to time when they were licking their wounds. Mostly it's been swallowed up by the city proper but we still think of it as the small village it once was... a staging point that was stragetic for many years in our war against the Sabbat. If there is any left in arms reach... maybe there."