DATE:  Friday, May 8, 1998
Place: Silverton Apartments, Apt. #120

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Living Room, 120 Silverton
As you look around the living room, one thing that strikes you is the sheer 
   incongruity of the furniture. A somewhat beaten couch squats along the east 
   wall, with a nice rustic endtable beside it, a brass lamp on the endtable. 
   A somewhat rugged and worn coffee table lies spread in the middle of the 
   room, contrasting with two nice-looking recliners on the west wall, on 
   either side of a window overlooking the atrium. To the north, to one side 
   of the hallway, is an entertainment center, with a TV, VCR, stereo, and 
   Sega Saturn game system all hooked up together. On the other side of the 
   hallway is a 'bookcase' made mostly of plastic milk crates, with some books 
   tossed into it haphazardly and others neatly stacked within. Along the 
   south side of the room is the bar separating the kitchen and living room.
The atrium is back out the front door. The bedrooms are to the back, one north 
   of the other, with a bathroom between. A wrought iron spiral staircase 
   leads up to the second floor just west of the center of the room.
Contents:
Patrick

JJ Malone knocks authoratively on the door, for once not smoking so instead 
   fidgeting restlessly out in the hallway.
Patrick is plopped in front of the TV, playing some sort of computer game or 
   another. At the knock on the door, he hits the pause button and calls out, 
   "Who is it?"
"Malone," comes the muffled answered.
Patrick yells out, "It's open," and sits up to face the door.
JJ Malone tries the door and comes in cautiously, relaxing after doing a quick 
   look-see and spying Patrick. He walks more fully into the apartment, 
   although hovering near the front hall and door. "I got your note. You 
   wanted to talk?"
Patrick nods. "Yeah." He turns back and saves the game to a memory card, then 
   cuts off the system. Spinning back to face JJ, he continues, "Quiet passed 
   on that you knew something about this wench in Seattle. I thought I'd be 
   nosy, or at least maybe trade info."
JJ Malone takes up a position supporting one wall with a shoulder, hands going 
   into his jacket pocket, the off-hand straight-armed. "Did she also tell you 
   that I wouldn't vouch for its veracity at the time?" he asks, tone making 
   it merely a question.
Patrick grins wryly. "JJ, I'm Uktena. We almost /never/ fucking vouch for the 
   full veracity of anything."
JJ Malone snorts, and counters sardonically with a smirk. "Rumor is even if 
   you do its questionable. You know I'm not like that. But," he goes on, 
   "good news is I'm a little more confident about what I have, although I 
   wouldn't advise taking any of it at face-value and acting on it. The whole 
   thing still makes my skin crawl, and I trust my instincts. I don't know why 
   I got the information in the first place, some of it seemed 'too easy' to 
   get, and for the life of me I don't know how this Ashley Turner has 
   anything to do with the mondo spirit I've heard about."
Patrick shrugs. "We dunno, either. But she seems to be connected /somehow/ to 
   someone who was around the city at the time, so. How'd you get her name, 
   anyway?"
"Got dumped in my lap?" Malone retorts with. "Don't laugh, I'm serious. 
   Someone paged me with the proper code and told me to meet them somewhere 
   outside of town. I did. Person there dumped the name, some information, and 
   some pictures in my lap, then left. Girl was just a mule, didn't seem to 
   know anything about it, or at least that's what she told me. Funny thing 
   is, the Family in Seattle's clammed up tighter than a virgin's legs on her 
   wedding night about this. Won't claim to know the mule, or the guy she says 
   sent it to her, and won't answer the phone numbers I have."
Patrick frowns and nods. "That's ... bizarre. Odd, even for Family stuff. So," 
   he says, very obviously changing the subject, "wha'cha got so far?"
JJ Malone's voice is cautious, but ticks off a brief report. "She's probably a 
   leech. She's a businesswoman into transportation and some natural resources 
   commodities. She sponsors university grant papers primarily on history of 
   the late 19th century, and philanthropic ventures. And, hints that the 
   Family in Seattle may know even more about her than they've let on, and she 
   knows it. Hints of threatening them."
Patrick smacks his right fist into his left hand. "I /knew/ it! She looked too 
   damn much like the one back the /last/ time."
JJ Malone looks as startled as he can behind sunglasses. "Last time?"
Patrick looks up at JJ, almost sheepishly. "We ... uhh ... we somehow got 
   dragged back and saw some of the stuff around the area last time the big 
   mondo bane was up and about. Turner resembles the woman who was in charge 
   of the railroad company at the time, but we couldn't be positive if it was 
   the same person with a few changes, or just a relative. If she's holding 
   something on the Family in Seattle, it's a lot more likely she's 
   /something/. That gives us another clue."
"Evidence points to the fact that she's a leech," J.J. confirms conditionally. 
   "But, I don't entirely trust the sources of my info, yet. I'm planning on 
   getting Jayson and Nigel to do some more research. Do you know anything 
   else about her that might help?"
Patrick shakes his head slightly. "Beyond the fact that she seems to be caught 
   up in this mess somehow, and that discovering /how/ could blow this mess 
   wide open, no. There's some sort of leash on the Bane. Right now, she's our 
   best lead on what it is and where."
JJ Malone shakes his head a little. "In all my experience, I've never heard of 
   leeches being involved so tightly with banes. Still, if you think there's a 
   connection, I'll have them try to find it."
Patrick shrugs, a slightly sour expression on his face. "There's a connection, 
   somehow, somewhere. Uktena's hinted at it, and Wendigo's hinted a little. I 
   don't know how, where, why, or even if she knows a damn thing about it. But 
   there's something, somewhere, and she's our best lead at the moment."
JJ Malone grunts thoughtfully. "And if Uktena is hinting at it, then odds are 
   good," he says with a small, sardonic grin, cutting humor. He straightens 
   up out of his lean, and shrugs his leather jacket back into place. "I'll 
   talk to Jays and Nigel, and see what we can come up with. Let me know if 
   you find anything out, and vice versa."
Patrick nods thoughtfully. "If we find anything, I'll let you know. Thanks, 
   JJ." As the metis heads out, Patrick spins again and turns the game system 
   back on.
JJ Malone gives a short nod, then departs.

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