DATE: Tuesday, July 28, 1998
Place:  Silverton Apartments, Apt. #120


---- Recall start ----

>> Long distance to Patrick: JJ Malone knocks on the door to the apartment 
   authoratatively.
>> Patrick pages: from inside comes the response, "Stand and declare!"
>> Long distance to Patrick: JJ Malone responds with irritation in his tone, 
   "Malone."
>> Patrick pages: The lock clicks, and the door opens. "C'mon in."

Living Room, 120 Silverton's desc:
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 
   Sony Playstation 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.

Patrick's desc:
Patrick is a young man, probably in his late teens or early twenties, standing 
   about 6' tall. Freckles run across his nose just below his bright green 
   eyes, which sparkle slightly back at you. His sandy blond hair is sticking 
   out from under his Chicago Bulls cap. He's fairly well-built and tanned, 
   with his light brown knotted arms contrasting with his shirt. He's wearing 
   a white Tommy Hilfiger tee shirt with a sailboat blazoned across the back, 
   and a pair of dark green Duck Head shorts. On his feet are a pair of dark 
   grey Air Walkers. His smile seems to punctuate whatever he does, regardless 
   of circumstances, and he stands in a rather relaxed pose.

JJ Malone's desc:
All but the least perceptive would notice that there's something not *quite* 
   right with this person. J.J. is about 5'11" and around 140-150 pounds in a 
   wiry, boxy form which gives no hint of gender. He appears to be in his 
   early twenties, although it's hard to judge. His dark brown hair is cut 
   short and tapered, parted to one side and brushed down smoothly. His facial 
   features have a foreign cast under medium-dark, olive-toned skin, although 
   the predominant feature is the black-rimmed mirrored sunglasses worn no 
   matter the weather, time of day, or his location. He is dressed casually in 
   a white T-shirt, ripped jeans, black leather jacket, and low-topped combat 
   boots.

JJ Malone's chin jerks down in a crisp nod that somehow manages to blend 
   greeting and subtle submission at the same time as he enters the opened 
   door, an accordion, manila folder tucked under one arm. "You're a hard man 
   to find at home, Patrick," he complains in a normal tone, a quick look 
   around taking in the rest of the apartment.
Patrick grins wryly as he nods and waves to a recliner. "Yeah, I've been busy, 
   between work and ... other stuff," he admits. "The chain I work for 
   recently got bought out by another firm out East someplace, so we're doing 
   some minor re-orgs right now. Nothing that'll affect a peon as low as 
   myself, though." He stretches across the couch after just a quick glance at 
   the frozen game of WWF Warzone on the TV and asks, "What brings you to my 
   humble domicile?"
JJ Malone unloops the string holding the folder closed in a circular motion of 
   his wrist, and pulls out a thin sheaf of papers, tossing them onto 
   Patrick's lap on his way to the recliner. "This." He takes a seat.
Patrick eyes the papers for a moment, then skims through them, his gaze 
   flowing fairly rapidly over the papers.
JJ Malone leans back into the chair without kicking up the footrest portion, 
   crossing his arms over his chest in a unconsciously defensive posture while 
   waiting for the Uktena to finish reading.
Patrick's eyes widen as he skims the papers, then goes back over them again 
   more closely. "Shit," he says.
JJ Malone sniffs, a corner of his mouth quirking up in a sardonic half-smile. 
   He's quiet for a while again, before breaking the silence. "I'm not quite 
   sure what to make of it. It at least confirms the suspicions, but I'm not 
   sure it gives us any more information useful in getting rid of the Consumer 
   of Stone."
Patrick speculates, "Well, it's obvious her department heads are in the thick 
   of things. Which could potentially make things more difficult. Also, she 
   /does/ have something to control Consumer--note the mention of 'an artifact 
   ... that could control a primal adversary of our enemy'. If we could find 
   and appropriate said artifact...."
JJ Malone hitches forward in his seat, leaning forward. "I thought it referred 
   to the artifact stolen from SCCU back in December, which I thought I heard 
   your pack had. There could be a second one?"
Patrick shakes his head. "I doubt it refers to the artifact we broke; that was 
   the one which the Wendigo had used to imprison Stony. Also, this 
   next-to-last memo mentions that the 'ally' has been 'properly rebound to 
   our needs'. She's still got /something/ that helps in controlling him, or 
   summoning him, or something."
JJ Malone's left-hand fingers begin drumming over the edge of his chair with 
   nervous energy. "I inferred that much, but missed that it might actually be 
   a physical object." His hand stops its drumming and begins reaching for the 
   pocket of his jacket, stopping before it reaches there. Instead, he crosses 
   his arms tightly over his chest again. "It could be just about anything. I 
   can't even think of how to begin to find it."
Patrick purses his lips in thought for a moment, then starts talking, almost 
   idly. "It's probably something she keeps on her person," he says, "I 
   wouldn't risk its beig stolen or anything if I were her, and if she's an 
   old bloodsucker, she's strong enough to hold it against most people who 
   might try to take it."
"Maybe," J.J. agrees with an overtone of dubiousness. "She needs killed 
   anyway, and it's not like she'll tell us. So, let's go do it."
Patrick adds, "Besides, we're pretty sure there's a leash of some sort 
   attached to Stony, from some things Uktena & Wendigo have said. These memos 
   just seem to confirm it." At JJ's suggestion, he looks up with a raised 
   eyebrow. "Just like that? You think it'd be that simple?"
JJ Malone cracks another sardonic grin. "Of course I don't. She's at least 140 
   years old, probably older. She has the Glass Walkers in Seattle scared to 
   peep. But they also don't have something looking for their Caern like she 
   implies the Consumer of Stone is. So, we plan out killing her, and we kill 
   two birds with one stone."
Patrick grins at the unintentional pun. "Or we kill a stone with one old bird. 
   Or something like that. If we plan it well, I think we can probably pull it 
   off. Probably either Andrea or I could detect the 'leash', the controlling 
   artifact, if we can get close enough to it."
"Great," J.J. says, not enthusiastically but sincerely enough. "Oh. One other 
   thing, though. From everything Jayson, Jack, and Lisa have said, she seemed 
   to be expecting us. They could've tripped some signal that they missed on 
   their way in, or Jayson could've in the computer, but we're not sure. The 
   idea that it might be something outside of that is what really bothers me."
Patrick looks annoyed at this revelation. "How'd they go in?" he asks.
JJ Malone's features tighten slightly in response, but he answers in the same 
   tone. "Hijacked a truck. Got past the initial guards without visible alarm, 
   then made it to the computer room. We didn't find any internal security 
   systems when we scouted."
Patrick nods, then speculates, "I'd check out the Shadow, if they didn't. 
   She's worked with spirits once, maybe she could again. You'd said that the 
   Family in Seattle were really mum about her; maybe one of them could have 
   noticed you and leaked something?"
JJ Malone's voice turns dry, with irritation under it. "Give me some credit, 
   Patrick, of course we checked flipside. It was the escape route." He then 
   shakes his head. "I took that into account already. I told my contact there 
   an incorrect date, a date nearly a week later than we actually went."
Patrick lies back on the couch again, staring at the ceiling and thinking. 
   "Her crystal ball works well?"
"Please I hope not," J.J. mutters darkly in a similar vein, but the slight 
   irritation is no longer directed at the homid. A slight, pause, then he 
   adds, "Anything we do against her or the offices may be known about 
   beforehand. We'll just need to take that into account in the plans."
Patrick notes, "Or it may be known about from the instant you step onto her 
   property, at least. There are tales of vampires doing that sort of thing."
JJ Malone shrugs his shoulders faintly. "Same thing. Anyway. Can you do me a 
   favor?"
Patrick looks up and over at JJ, then admits, "If I can."
JJ Malone suddenly smirks, his low voice hard with a light blend of 
   pleased-with-himself smugness and underlying anger. "Tell Moon-Laughs-Quiet 
   that I did what I said I would. I kept my word." He rises to his feet, tone 
   returning to something more normal although the previous sentiment lingers 
   in echo. "You can keep the hardcopy as long as you take it outside the city 
   and don't bring it back. I don't want it being stolen or something."
Patrick snorts, then shrugs. "That's what would be done with it, anyway. But 
   I'll tell her what you said."
JJ Malone nods once. "Good." To which that applies to is completely ambiguous. 
   "I need a smoke," he adds, giving a slight hand motion, not a wave, that 
   could still be interepreted as a farewell, and begins heading for the door 
   to the apartment.
Patrick nods back to JJ and looks at the papers still in his hand. "Evening," 
   he says to the Walker on his way out. "We'll be in touch. I think you're 
   probably right about taking her down."
JJ Malone pauses at the door, turning to shoot back another of his usual, 
   sardonic grins. "You know how to find me," he responds, with anticipation 
   coloring his voice. "I'll let everyone know to be on standby." He ducks his 
   head in another odd gesture of Glass Walker submissiveness, then heads out.

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