DATE:  Sunday, October 18, 1998
Place:  Silverton Apartments, Apt. 101


---- Recall start ----

JJ Malone calls out after the knock. "Door's open!"
Davy pushes open the door and walks inside. He's got his jacket on, though he 
   takes it off when he comes inside. This exposes the gun he's carrying, 
   though the Fianna ragabash seems neither more menancing or on edge than 
   normal for this time of the month.
After he walks in, he sees J.J. settled in partially sideways on one end of a 
   couch which lines up with the door, thumbing back the hammer on his own gun 
   being held in his right hand across his lap. "Evening, Davy. Welcome to my 
   place. Help yourself to something to drink, or, have a seat," he says, 
   indicating a dilapidated chair, the only other seating in the living room 
   besides the one for the computer.
Davy shuts the door and locks it, before falling into the chair pointed out. 
   He tosses his jacket over the back of the chair and grins at JJ. "So 
   finally we get past the phone tag."
JJ Malone chuckles, but there's not much humor to it. "Things have been 
   somewhat...hectic these past couple of weeks. I apologize for making you 
   wait. You had business?" he asks. Not much for small talk, this one.
Davy nods. "Several bits, at this point." He tosses two ziplock bags toward 
   the reclining Walker. They should land in his lap, if he doesn't pluck them 
   out of the air.
JJ Malone catches one of them, his efforts to catch the second causing it to 
   fall at his feet, but he leans over and picks it up easily enough. Soon as 
   he does, he begins examining their contents.
Both bags have a hard whitish substance inside, though the lumps are beginning 
   to fragment with handling. One has a scrap of paper inside as well, which 
   exposes the powder-crusted Wyrm glyph when the bag is rotated so the Glass 
   Walker can see.
JJ Malone's expression draws up behind his sunglasses as he examines the bags, 
   thoughts momentarily turned inward. Finally, he comes out of it to ask, 
   "Crack, if I'm guessing right. This the same stuff Cavall's working on?"
Davy nods. "Elan was with me when I got both of those, but I hadn't heard that 
   he'd gotten samples to you for testing. Maybe they're chemically just 
   crack--I know they're mildly tainted--but I figured you might be able to 
   figure something out if you had your paws on some."
JJ Malone shakes his head. "I haven't talked to Elan for months, but Bailey 
   brought it to my attention back in August. No, it hasn't been sampled yet, 
   as far as I know, but on a rough eyeball, I'd say it was." His attention is 
   dragged away from the drugs, to the Fianna. "You want us to get it tested?"
Davy nods. "If you could. I know that's more your field than mine." He 
   twitches restlessly. "We have a lead through Angelo, about how to get to 
   one of the higher ups. But he wants to know what to do if we get to him." 
   The son of Weasel shrugs. "I don't deal with intrigue much. If it's Wyrmy, 
   I kill it if I can, or fall down trying if I can't. But killing these guys 
   is like cutting off hydra heads. Another one keeps popping up." He points 
   at the metis. "This is Walker work, and I'm smart enough to know it."
JJ Malone's mouth twists into a bitter smile, nodding slowly. "For a Fianna, 
   you have a keen grasp of the overall situation, though." His attention is 
   drawn back to the bags, expression a thoughtful turmoil. "I'll talk to 
   Watchmen. Tell this Angelo character, if you see him, not to do anything 
   until I've had a chance to. They'll probably be doing any legwork, if there 
   is any to do."
Davy nods, "Will do. Or at least, I'll tell Pete to get him the word. Angelo's 
   one of his tribemates." He tilts his head. "Watchmen?"
"Ah ha," J.J. says, finally placing Angelo, but then scowling. He shakes his 
   head, and that, off, to say, "Nigel, Jayson, and Lisa so far. I expect 
   Salem and perhaps Jeff to be asked in soon."
Davy nods. "Heard at least Salem was involved in taking Joshua out," he says 
   offhandly. A sharp look to the Walker Elder, and the ragabash adds, "I'd 
   heard something through an anonymous letter about him a couple of days 
   before I heard that the problem got taken care of in some cafe."
JJ Malone's eyebrows go up a moment before drawing together, the look, even 
   from behind the sunglasses, intent. "Oh?" he prompts questioningly.
Davy nods. "It's the second time I've gotten an anonymous letter that knew a 
   shitloud about things, especially that I'm Garou. I brought this one with 
   me."
JJ Malone reaches out a hand for it. "If I could take a look?"
Davy nods and hands it over.
Davy nods and digs in his back pocket for a folded piece of paper. He holds it 
   toward JJ and the couch, though the Walker will have to sit up and lean far 
   over to take it from Davy's outstretched fingers.
JJ Malone is already seated but does reach across the couch for it with his 
   left (the nearest) hand, balancing on his right. The lack of help from his 
   legs may be noticable at that point. He just barely manages to grab it 
   between his fingers, and pulls it back, not reacting in any way to his lack 
   of mobility, simply unfolding the letter and beginning to read it.
Davy frowns slightly, studying the oblivious Walker as he reads.
JJ Malone's expression is drawn up into an expression of keen attention. 
   "Interesting," J.J. comments after reading it through twice. "Especially 
   since it mentioned Nagah. Those were the weresnakes, weren't they? I'm a 
   little rusty on my history."
Davy shakes his head. "I'd never heard of them. I figured I'd ask Steven, when 
   I got a chance." He grins again, suddenly. "I'm afraid the rest of it 
   distracted me."
JJ Malone chuckles drily. "It happens." His fingers tap the edge of the paper 
   restlessly, as he turns back to it. "This note sounds really odd. It could 
   be that of an informed kin, but, if the Nagah are the snakes, then it's one 
   who knows a helluva lot more than *we* do. It's not one of us, though, or 
   if it is, he's as weird, mentally, as Joshua Black was, referring to us in 
   second-person. I can't imagine a leech writing something like this, 
   although I suppose it could happen," he says dubiously. "Or the mages, for 
   that matter. Same problem with them as with a kinfolk, though. What does 
   that leave?" he asks, bewildered.
Davy shakes his head. "Now you're stuck where I am. Though the kinfolk that 
   delievered it is just as secretive as any I've ever met. Maybe he has 
   something to do with it." The Fianna leans back in the chair. "You ever 
   heard of Helios Overnight? That who he works for."
JJ Malone shakes his head. "No, I haven't. Odd name, too. Some sort of local 
   delivery firm?"
Davy shakes his head. "I don't know. They're the ones the pen pals sent the 
   last message through, too. I asked some contacts back in Colorado who they 
   are, since I'd never heard of them before, and I got a lot of cricket 
   noise. Maybe it's a group of informed kin. Anyway, I figured you might be 
   able to find out."
JJ Malone's mouth twitches into something almost wicked. "And if I can't, I'm 
   sure I know who could." He pauses, then asks, waving the letter, "Can I 
   borrow this for a day or two? I want Nigel to take a look at it."
Davy hesitates for a minute, then nods. Yeah. Toss it back for just a minute. 
   If I don't write down that weird name, I'll never remember to ask Steven.
JJ Malone flips it frisbee-like towards the Fianna. It probably even comes 
   close.
Davy grabs it, leaning to his right to keep it from flying past. "You got pen 
   and paper in this joint?"
JJ Malone points at the dining room table. "There should be a pad and a pen up 
   there."
Davy nods, pushing to his feet. There's a slight frown around his eyes as he 
   looks down at the Walker elder for a moment, then he turns to rumage for 
   the paper. After scratching down the name and ripping out the page to keep, 
   he says, "I'll leave the note here, and I wrote the delivery place on the 
   back."
JJ Malone nods. "That works. I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible 
   about that, and the drugs," he says, tossing them a bit in his hand then 
   catching it again. "Or, one of Watchmen will."
Davy nods. He studies the Glass Walker for a moment after he comes back, then 
   says, "Is there a black hole under that couch or something?"
"What?" the ahroun asks, momentarily confused.
Davy shakes his head and sits back in his chair. "Something my kid sister used 
   to say, when she didn't want to get out of bed. That there was a black hole 
   underneath, sucking her down. I've never seen you so...lounging in my 
   entire life. And leaving your door unlocked seems out of character."
JJ Malone's expression, perhaps unsurprisingly, turns angry, but the crescent 
   moon must make it easier for him to bite back a retort. In a tone with icy 
   rage, almost too softly to be heard, he says, "Everything's fine. We'll get 
   back to you. Good night, Davy."
Davy raises his eyebrows and pushes up again. Pulling on his jacket he says, 
   "Didn't mean to kick over a beehive. Later, JJ. Let me know, especially if 
   there's something I can do to help." After getting to the door, he calls 
   back, "I'll unlock it on my way out."
JJ Malone just grunts by way of reply, watching him leave with angry wariness 
   plastered over his features.
Davy has left.

---- Recall end ----