Thread: in the eye of the beholder

Mackenzie walks with Kendov, her hands in the pockets of her jeans. She feels a closer connection to the city then she has in previous nights. She watches Kendov and follows his lead.

" how is your german coming ?" he looked over to her as he spoke but looked back to his previous conversation

Mackenzie smiles and responds in his native tongue. "You tell me? I've always been a quick learner." She continues to look around at the people they pass.

he replies as well in his native tounge " thats good as it is dead it will be rare to find someone who can even understand it " he pauses as a street sign goes green and the traffic cuts off the route momentarily he takes the time to scan the wide intersection looking for anything out of place

"Yes, very good." She continues in his native tongue. Mackenzie knew that being able to speak without others understanding, was a very vaulable asset indeed. She continues to scan their surroundings, watching the people, but also the man she is with, observing his tactics.

when the light switched the gangrel crossed and turned left his eyes caught something up ahead and he switched positions with mackenzie to get a better view of what was going on.

Mackenzie follows Kendov's eyes and moves into position as he indicates. She hoped that these experiences would teach them how to dance. Everything in life is a dance, with actions and words. This would allow them to become more of a team.

About 2 blocks up....

A man walks quietly in the same direction that Kendov and Mackenzie walk. His head hangs down, his steps slow and plodding. He stops at the mouth of an alley up ahead turning toward it. His silhouette turns to face the alley, his hands up out of his pockets in an apparent attempt to show that he has nothing in them as he moves into the darkness of the alley. As that man walks toward the alley, a second man crosses the street behind the first, moving quickly toward the alley that the first man is moving into.