Thread: Agent Fitzy Reports - Rescue of Miranda pt. 1 (atn: Archon Walker)

The Colonel is sitting in the converted living area on a large, comfortable chair. He's wearing jeans, black boots, and a Mirconauts t-shirt. His cowboy hat rests on the left arm of the chair, and a long sword is leaning against the right arm. He closes an old book, and looks up at his Agent.

"Emma, what a pleasant surprise. Please come in and make yourself at home."

Emma smiles and crosses the room towards him. She looks to her left, a space of empty air, "I won't need your services here. Please wait at the car. I'll summon you if you are required."

Emma waits a long moment, looking back towards the door and then she turns to the Colonel. "Ever since Kirsi's kidnapping Constantino has been extra watchful... it's sweet but, there are some things that politically it isn't right for him to hear. Just in case that sort of topic comes up, it's better his men wait for me elsewhere. Happily they actually listen when I tell them to buzz off."

Her smile fades a bit and seriousness settles in. "I'm afraid the visit isn't social alone... this is my first formal report. Theo made me give them once a month, I presume you'd like me to continue to do that or... are we going to be a little less formal?"

"I think it's best that I hear from you at least that often, but don't wait on formality to report something of importance. You are welcome in my home. But you are correct; those things are not. I'll have to see about fortifying this place. . . but that's not why you're here."

Emma, perhaps out of respect or maybe habit, puts her legs shoulder width apart and stands straight as she speaks. "A sad month in Lamar. We've had too many of those these past 13 months. Once again, as you know, we lost a city member... our newly made sheriff. I expressed to Prince Cahill after Eric's death that I felt it was a mistake that he made Eric, a known librarian, sheriff no matter his Proven standing in the eyes of Justicar Morgan. I regret that I didn't share that opinion before Eric's demise... however, after a severe ass chewing by Cahill... I learned I will never again serve as sheriff."

She sighs. "It seems I've been promoted in the world of his delusions to Captain, my first officiers post and he felt that I was doing as was necessary by "ordering my boys" into battle. He felt Eric was a foot soldier and to 'whine and cry now about men lost in battle is to dishonor his memory' end quote."

She shakes her head. "He seem to respect my talents but, he has no intention of putting me on the front line in that way again. Perhaps it's for the best but I can't help but feeling some small bit of guilt over Eric's death regardless of what I've told Prince Cahill. It was me who ordered him around like a rank neonate, disrespected him in my jealousy and confusion at the Prince's decision, and ... he damn well knew he couldn't best Malcolm... either he was playing hero or he tried to do something crazy to prove himself, perhaps to me. He's the second Brujah of quality, the second of Troile's get I've lost on my watch that might have been worth something and I don't think I'm going to forget him any quicker than I forgotten Alex Stone's sacrifice. That is to say... I won't."

The Colonel stands, walking slowly toward Emma as she begins to speak. He paces slowly, listening to her report over the loss of yet another officer in this city. "It is a shame. Lt. Col. Cahill misunderstood me when we spoke about replacing me as Sheriff. But it was not my place to correct him, and now a good man is lost to us. Look at me, Emma. I take the blame for this--perhaps you feel some guilt over the way you treated him, and that I can not shoulder for you. But I should have been more forceful in my discussions with Cahill."

He will look away before speaking again. "Emma, I tire of the Malkavians leading this city, yet now there is nothing I may do directly. Perhaps not having you as a Sheriff frees you to pursue other endeavors. What else do you have to report?"

Emma nods. "Of course." She looks thoughtful. "Mackenzie is becoming a force to be reckoned with in the domain... but her nose is bound to get her into trouble quickly. Clearly someone has informed her that Melissa is not truly Gangrel and she has tried to corner me on it."

"I presume her anger relates to what Meg did to your clan but, she's playing with fire trying to out her. Now granted, Melissa was in fact a gangrel ... her identity and history are facts and it is a matter of honor that Chavel has been allowed to use her identity but ... I don't know. I find myself thinking maybe when Chavel does come home that maybe it would be best she shelfs the identity and comes out as herself. I hate the idea because I know that Chavel has powerful enemies but it's clear that some of those enemies already knew where she was. When we find her... this will have to be discussed. I'm sure if Mackenzie knows, she's not the only one and even Justicar Morgan may not be able to undo the damage that the Harpy or her informants' loose lips have done."

"Needless to say Mackenzie clearly has a lot of informants now... but she must learn the art of when to not push an issue and fast. Not everyone is as quick to find careful wording as I am. Others might have just tried to silence her other ways."

Emma looks at the floor, "I foresee a change in power within the Brujah clan within the next six months. Already, despite his youth, Logan gains more respect by the night and Maxwell leaving the bar to Logan said a lot. He may have put himself out of power but he still had all the respect of the Brujah in the city. Logan reminds me of myself in a lot of ways... his words have weight. So long as he's smart he might survive the rocket to power. If he's not... then I'll lose a nephew."

Nodding to herself she goes on, "Calhoun is digging around with the anarchs, I presume on Mr. Cahill's askance but that may be an assumption. I'd say he's been getting VERY chummy with Ms. Black of the Tremere ... perhaps too chummy but, what I share tonight may change that in a hurry. However I'll get to that last."

"Speaking of the Tremere, I expect that soon enough we'll be up to our ears in them. Apparently some members of the Salubri bloodline in the city don't know how to be subtle. While I normally would have no real reason to report this, anything that might bring Tremere to the domain with the intention to actively hunt anyone in the streets... seems like a good enough reason to give you a heads up. As if Janus wasn't enough of a reason for them to come... now they have two incentives. I can't see it ending well. It's only a matter of time. I'm prepared to tell them where they can put their spellbooks if they threaten the masquerade though and I'm sure Mr. Cahill would back my play 110% on that."

"Speaking of Mr. Cahill, the other night... during that ass chewing I mentioned earlier... I'm pretty sure Malcolm, who rumor says is actually Cahill's sire having been diablerized by Malcolm, set off the Prince and he attacked me and Constantino's ghoul. I was able to restrain the Prince and saved the ghoul but, it wasn't for lack of trying on his part that we survived. Malcolm needs to be found and fast... not just because of what he is capable of but because of his effect on Mr. Cahill."

"My last bit of report comes from a man I have in the police department over in Springfield, MO. I think our earlier assumption that NO sabbat were in Springfield is incorrect. The scene of a crime he investigated was pretty gruesome, came off as some sort of ritual blood bath so he rang me. What got my attention wasn't just that this sort of gorey scene was found but, there was a security camera that he obtained the photos from for me and in those photos, while it could be just a bunch of sick fucks playing in human blood, there was one thing that was a dead give away that its the Sabbat."

Emma pulls a piece of printer paper out of her pocket and unfolds it displaying a shot from a security camera. The picture shows an animal feeding trough full of blood, several men playing in it and in the far corner of the room, retrainted, Miranda Montreve.

"That's the former Toreador Primogen Miranda Montreve, or it's a damn good look alike. She disappeared shortly before Cocteau came to town..."

When Malcolm is mentioned, the Colonel frowns. "Those fucking Malkavians allowed this to happen with their god damn imbreeding, diablerizing ways. They can clean up their own fucking mess. Did you hear Cahill GIVE me Lydia?" He chuckles at this, his anger subsiding a little. "He's going to owe me big time for that. And so will Stan. Still, I suppose we should put some effort into finding that little fucker."

After Emma shows him the pictures, he smiles slightly, as if looking at something amusing. "No one ever wants to listen to me. . . ," he whispers.

"Call Mackenzie and have her get her ass over here."

"Yes, Sir." Emma pulls out her phone. "Mackenzie, I'm with Walker... he'd like to see you at his warehouse immediately. Thank you."