DATE: Tuesday, July 7, 1998
Place: Silverton Apartments: #101

The log actually begins mid-scene: J.J. and Murphy have been having a private
discussion before everyone else begins to show up.

---- Recall start ----

>> From afar, to Murphy and JJ Malone, Lisa raps against the door.
"And you haven't managed to explain why you feel this way," the ahroun snaps 
   back without a pause, but then at the knocking, he gets up to go answer the 
   door, admitting Lisa.
Lisa enters and says, "Heya. Que pasa?"
Murphy stews at the table. He looks as if there was something he wanted to 
   say, but he swallows it. After another drag on his cigarette, he looks up 
   at the Ragabash. "Hello Lisa, how was your trip?"
Lisa says, "Seatle was Seatle. The con was fun during the day, but hanging in 
   out in a garbage pail outsideof Turner wasn't. Wish I could say I learned 
   something new and helpful, but all I saw was a nice, tidy, normal business. 
   Which probably means there's something evil as fuck inside."
JJ Malone returns stalking to his speghetti take-out at the dining room table, 
   grunting unintelligibly while Murphy and Lisa converse.
JJ Malone then gets up to get the door at the knock, admitting Jeff.
Lisa turns and glances over at the newcomer.
Murphy taps some ash off his cigarette and nods to Lisa. "Of course there is." 
   He nods to the newcomer. "Good evening, Mr. Montgomery."
Jeff slowly strides in as the door is open. He takes a minute to glance at 
   those present then nods as he is addressed. "Good evening, Mr. Malone. I 
   almost thought I was going to have to say 'swordfish' to get in." The last 
   is said with a slight grin.
JJ Malone just glowers at Jeff with the rising anger of an ahroun under the 
   full moon, stepping aside to admit the Philodox with a 'we are not amused' 
   expression. "Have a seat," he says curtly. "Introduce yourself." He himself 
   goes back to straddling his chair, abruptly pushing the plate of speghetti 
   nearly off the other side and then re-seating himself so he's straddling 
   the chair backwards and facing the living room.
Salem raps on the door, sharply.
Jeff moves to a chair, but doesn't sit just yet. "Jeff Montgomery. Philodox 
   from Arizona," and then he takes a seat.
JJ Malone nearly launches himself from his seat in an explosion of energy at 
   the newest knock, answering the door with a darker glower than normal even 
   for him under the full moon. He grunts, a sound the nearest thing to 
   welcome for him right now, at Salem, stepping aside to admit him as well.
Murphy gets up from the kitchen table himself and manuevers around to the 
   couch. His expression also hints at the effects of the moon upon him. At 
   the arrival of the Ronin, a smile attempts to assert itself upon his face 
   and he nods. "Good to see you Jack."
Lisa crosses her arms and says, "You know, there are planets where wearing 
   that much black with a gotee is an executable offense, Jack." She smiles.
Salem's gaze meets Malone's, but only for a fraction of a second. The Ronin 
   stalks into the apartment, clothed in black and dragging along a palpable 
   aura of anger, tension, stress, and cigarette smoke. "Evening," he rasps, 
   curtly. His gaze sweets past Jeff, drilling into the strange face, and then 
   moves on toward Lisa, scrutinizing the Ragabash for possible insult.
At Salem's gaze, Jeff's eyebrow raises a touch. Wisely, the Philodox remains 
   seated and silent.
Lisa just smiles and pulls a seat out for Salem.
Salem grunts and drops into the proffered chair, already taking out the 
   half-empty pack of cigarettes. He taps one out with too-sharp gestures and 
   lights it, his face tight, emotion gripped in two fists and clamped down, 
   the picture of grim self-control and repressed emotions.
Jayson steps inside when the door is open. Those who know him quickly notice 
   that he seems a bit out of sorts. His clothing, usually neatly arrainged 
   and wrinkled free, seems to have been hastily thrown on and are fairly 
   wrinkled and a weeks worth of beard growth is now covering his usually 
   clean-shaven face. He finds a place to sit and plops down on it.
JJ Malone answers the door at Jayson's knock, grunting again, angry, sour mood 
   beginning to fade just a fraction at seeing the theurge. "Jayson. Glad 
   you're here." Shutting the door behind him, he scowls darkly out into the 
   living room as he returns. "Jayson, Jack, Jeffrey Montgomerey. Mr. 
   Montgomery, Jayson Carr, and Jack Salem. Lisa will introduce herself as is 
   generally polite when it's offered freely," he adds frostily, re-taking his 
   dining room seat.
Lisa gives the room a wave as she settles into a seat, turning it so the back 
   rests against her chin.
Jeff nods to each in turn, giving a polite, "Pleased to meet you gentlemen," 
   to each. He reaches a hand up to run through his hair to keep it out of his 
   eyes before looking back to the group.
Salem inhales, sucking in a deep lungful of nicotine and tobacco, and rakes 
   his gaze back over Jeff.
Murphy takes a last drag off his cigarette and crushes it out in one of the 
   many ashtrays. Almost immediately he begins fidgetting with his lighter, 
   his own mood rapidly matching that of the Ahrouns.
Jayson tiredly eyes each of the people JJ points out, give a slight nod to 
   them.
Jeff glances around again, watching each 'happy' person a moment before moving 
   to the next and waiting for things to begin.
Murphy coughs briefly. "Well, if no one else wants to start, I have a 
   suggestion."
Salem's attention shifts from Jeff to Murphy; the grim, tight look doesn't let 
   up an ounce.
JJ Malone makes a cutting gesture at Murphy. "We're waiting for proper 
   introductions to be made," he says, still looking directly at the ragabash. 
   The expression on his face is icy anger, but a touch of daring anticipation 
   is growing there too.
Murphy glances up at being interupted and a scowl crosses his face. Following 
   JJ's eyes, his own go to Lisa and the scowl deepens.
Lisa says, "Oh, fine. Lisa Wilson, No Moon Cliath from the Sept of the 
   Awakening. Yoroshku." The Japanese sounds awkward on her lips.
Salem turns his head slightly to eyeball Lisa. "Translation?"
Lisa says, "'Hello.'"
Salem grunts, then glances toward Malone.
Jayson pushes up from his seat and heads to JJ's kitchen where, after a breif 
   search, he returns with a glass of tap water.
JJ Malone gets a pang of disappointment, but nods once curtly. "Thank you, Ms. 
   Wilson. You'll please to remember that just because you were born under the 
   new moon doesn't make you immune to the rules. Now, we start. I've asked 
   Jeff here to introduce him to everyone and to see if there might be 
   anything he can contribute given his experience. We need to come up with 
   two things this evening. A plan to get the strike team in, and what 
   information Jayson," he says with a clipped gesture of his head towards the 
   theurge, "should specifically try looking for, and get it pared down to a 
   list he thinks feasible to get in the time frame permitted. If anyone has 
   any suggestions for the first part, let's hear them."
Murphy quits fidgeting and just goes ahead and lights another cigarette. 
   Clearing his throat again, he starts. "As I was going to say, I believe I 
   have that figured out. Seems that a lot of trucks come into the compound at 
   all hours. Be pretty easy to replace the driver on one of them with someone 
   of our choosing."
At the words 'strike team' Jeff sits up a little straighter in his seat. His 
   light grin fades into the thoughtful frown he gets while doing business.
JJ Malone nods once, curtly. "Have any idea if the drivers carry IDs?"
Lisa taps the back of her chair with her fingertips as she listens to Murphy. 
   Any humor in her eyes vanishes as she focuses on the other Walkers for a 
   moment, as if turning a thought over in her head until it's nice and shiney.
Jayson eyes Murphy for a second then adds, "That's assuming that they don't 
   have regular drivers on set schedules. If they do, they'll notice a change 
   really fast. We need to assume that if there's a leech in charge, there are 
   stricter security measures in place."
Murphy taps ash of his smoke. "Both good concerns, but after sitting on my ass 
   for a weekend watching I didn't notice too set of a schedule. Shipments 
   come at all hours of the day. And as far as IDs are concerned, they might, 
   but they shouldn't be as official as the Turner IDs if we choose a delivery 
   company that doesn't work for Turner specifically."
A small muscle near Salem's left eye goes very slightly 'twitch' at the word 
   "leech," and his face tightens up another notch.
"Then you," J.J. says, "or perhaps with Jayson's help, should find out which 
   companies those might be. Otherwise...it could work. Anyone have any skills 
   that might help make this work more easily?"
Lisa says, "Maybe we should start monitoring the source of the trucks, instead 
   of their destinations. And if anyone in Seattle has pull with the 
   Teamsters, we might be able to get one of them to blab about the working 
   proceedure at Turner." She pauses. "I could take another trip up to Seattle 
   and start photographing the trucks, looking for insignias and licence 
   plates."
Jeff raises two fingers. "I have a question. Are you looking to capture and 
   use one of their trucks, or just disguise one to look like theirs?"
JJ Malone shakes his head. "Rule any help from Seattle out. They're not 
   responding. And, any more looking we do needs to be quick. If we're doing 
   it this month, we have until about next Thursday."
Murphy glances over at the Philo. "Take one of theirs. That way, we still have 
   the right cargo if anyone looks too close. And I have a list of companies 
   that should get us started on that search."
Jayson reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small packet which he rips 
   open, dumping the white powder inside into his water. He stirs it with his 
   finger, dissolving the powder, then takes a drink. "I think it's best to 
   leave Seattle out anyway. No way of knowing where Turner's influence has 
   infiltrated."
Jeff slowly nods, pondering it a moment. "Mm, very well," he says, not yet 
   having any more to add.
Murphy takes another deep drag, his brows knitting. "Only problem is getting 
   Jayson from the truck to where he needs to be to get the information we 
   want."
Jayson nods at Murphy. "And I'm going to need to take along some equiptment 
   with me too. And, ideally, someone for backup. Once I start working the 
   system, I'll need a set of eyes to watch my back."
Lisa taps the back of her chair a bit more, then says, "I'm not to experienced 
   in hijacking anything outside of media coverage, truth be told, so you can 
   take or leave my suggestions. But I think we should find one of the 
   sourcing companies and shadow them a bit. Follow their truck routes, chum 
   up to their drivers and see what info we can wheedle out of them. Most 
   people like to complain about their jobs, espeically things like security 
   checks...
JJ Malone uses his cigarette as a pointer, using it to signify Lisa and Salem. 
   "They're going in with you. Salem's there specifically to get you in and 
   out safely. If he succeeds, he's good enough to join the Family." He lapses 
   back into silence, listening avidly to the discussion.
Murphy glances around the room. "Way I figure it, we have you as the co-pilot 
   or in the back, whichever proves easier. The driver can be backing you up. 
   And we don't have time for making friends, Lisa."
Jeff tilts his head a moment. "You just need to get the truck to stop then 
   subdue the drivers." Obvious statement. He continues, "What type of 
   security does this place have, exactly?"
Lisa says, "I can take the back if need be. I'm good at keeping out of sight 
   in case they decide to search. Though I still think we should pin down a 
   truck route and find an easy place to knock it over."
Salem flicks cigarette ash toward a convenient tray. His lips thin a bit as 
   his name's mentioned, but he says only, "No, we don't," in agreement with 
   Murphy. "And they might be suspicious of people being chummy. Eyes, ears." 
   The Ronin's words are clipped. His gaze flicks toward Jeff. "Quick subduing 
   is not a problem."
Murphy taps his own smoke against a tray. "I have another idea as well, but 
   this one is a little trickier. But it should let Salem and Jayson get to 
   where they need to be. We set up a diversion, just a small one. Like a 
   fire."
Jeff glances to Murphy, "Would a controlled explosion work?"
Salem frowns. "Controlled chaos?"
Murphy says "An explosion might be too much. But an incendiary device should. 
   Just enough to be distracting to security for long enough for Jayson to do 
   his work, but not long enough to be obvious as a distraction."
Jayson downs the rest of his drink in a single gulp. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! I 
   don't like this idea at all. It'll only raise more questions and put 
   everyone on alert. I like quiet and simple, and we'll deal with what comes. 
   Start blowing things up and we could lose control of the situation very 
   quickly."
Jayson says "We're breaking into a computer system, not kidnapping someones 
   son. I have no idea how long this might take once I'm inside."
Salem nods in sharp agreement with Jayson. "Better they never know anything 
   was wrong until we're far gone, if at all."
Jeff nods lightly. "I agree. Plus, it might hinder more than help. They find 
   out it's a distraction and you instantly have twice as many guards."
Lisa says, "I'd be easier to rig a car accident. Or a truck jacknifing. 
   Something that will snarl attention for along while and be genuine."
Salem grunts. "Yes. Something *mundane*."
JJ Malone gives Jeff a sourly appraising look, but then offers, "I like the 
   idea of the truck jacking better. It'd also be easier to abort the 
   infiltration if things go haywire at that point."
Jeff taps his chin a moment. "Though, an 'accident' might be a good 
   contingency plan. If found out, someone could set off the accident and 
   security would have to divide the effort."
Jayson looks appreciatively at JJ for bringing some sense to things 
   "Definitely. Fires, bombs, car crashes. They all seem way too convienient 
   to me. We'll get in quietly, and work at a comfortable pace. Though, having 
   something set in case of emergency may be a good idea."
Salem leans back in his chair, but the coiled tension in his athletic body 
   doesn't let up a nanometer. "Quiet, subtle, heads-down. Keep the sheep 
   unpanicked."
"Okay, the distraction needs work, but we still need to work out how you are 
   going to get from the truck to where you need to be, Jayson." The Galliard 
   takes a last drag and crushes out his cigarette. "And we need to figure out 
   where that is."
Lisa leans back a bit, rocking the chair. "Sounds like we'll have two teams 
   either way. One team will head inside and grab what we need. The other will 
   be control and backup, ready with the distraction or extraction, as the 
   case may be."
Salem eyes Murphy. "What's wrong with using the Umbra? Was there something in 
   the scouting report that I missed?" He frowns, eyes narrowing as they fix 
   on the Galliard.
Murphy tilts his head slightly. "Just the Weaver Spiders. And the Wyrmy Weaver 
   Spiders. If /you/ want to cross to the Umbra inside the complex, go ahead. 
   I have no intention of doing it though unless I have to."
JJ Malone, at this point, pulls out the blueprints helpfully obtained by 
   Murphy and Lisa several weeks ago, unrollling them and putting them on the 
   bare spot in the middle of the living room floor so everyone can have a 
   chance to see it. "Already planned it that way, Lisa. Jayson," he says, 
   shifting attention to the theurge. "The mainframes seem to be located 
   here," his long, slender fingers tap a pencil-sketched in square that isn't 
   part of the main blueprints. "It's also the greatest concentration of Wyrm, 
   maybe the location of her experiments. I'm no expert, but I figured it may 
   be easier to both get in and break into the computers there, rather than 
   the main office building. Your call, though."
JJ Malone adds, "Murphy, you're not going in, anyway. You, Nigel, Jeff if he 
   goes, and I will be on the outside."
Salem cruches the life out of his cigarette and leans forward, his attention 
   focussing to a sharp point on the blueprints. Dark eyes shift back and 
   forth, scanning the plans as though storing them away mentally. He makes no 
   response to Murphy.
Jayson nods at JJ. "I don't know about using the shadow during the day, but I 
   would be game for a night entry that way. Of course, if that's her work 
   place, I would assume it's protected pretty well."
Jeff sits up and leans forward to glance at the blueprint. "It's best not to 
   assume anything you don't have to. Do we have ways of checking out the 
   defenses without letting on what is planned?"
JJ Malone reflexively looks at Lisa and Murphy at Jayson and Jeff's questions, 
   given their role in scouting the place.
Lisa glances over to Murphy, following his lead now instead of forging her own 
   path forward.
Murphy closes his eyes and rubs the lids with his palms. "We've done as much 
   as we can from outside the plant. And they don't give tours. We could try 
   to do something like make a delivery to see security in work, but that 
   would have to be one of the outside team. And security is so non-intrusive 
   as to be invisible. We all know what that means."
JJ Malone's mouth twitches as he frowns. "Only thing I'd be worried about with 
   a night entry is that that's when she'd be up and about. I wonder how 
   Sunday afternoon'd be. Maybe talens can be made to get rid of the guards 
   and briefly disrupt the security system where you come in. After that, 
   you'd be on your own."
Jeff taps his cheek a moment. "Problem with disabling security systems is that 
   if you're not too careful people get suspecious and guards tend to take 
   extra patrols when they are suspecious. If you disable anything, you need 
   to have the utmost care."
Salem leans back again in his chair and lights another cigarette, listening.
JJ Malone shakes his head. "Not disable, disrupt. There's a certain gremlin 
   spirit..." he trails off, but then looks up at Lisa and Salem. "Do you two 
   think, seeing what you've seen from the flipside, you can come up with the 
   best way to get him to a terminal?"
Murphy clears his throat. "Yes, that may be true Mr. Montgomery. But they have 
   to get past the security systems one way or another. Additional guards are 
   much easier for Salem to deal with than cameras, aren't they?"
Jeff has reconnected.
Jeff shakes his head. "I'm not saying don't take them out, just that when you 
   do, take out only what you need." He glances to Lisa a moment, "I don't 
   suppose you have the gift that makes you difficult to see, do you?"
Salem snorts at Murphy. "Hassan chop," he mutters sourly, and sucks in a 
   lungful of smoke.
"Low key," J.J. reminds the room at large. "The more guards who get involved, 
   the better the chance of being discovered." But then looks at the other 
   ahroun and the ragabash for their assessment.
Lisa says to Jeff, "What, aside from my less than stunning looks? Yes, I do. 
   But it's not instant invisibility or a perfect disguise. If there's a way 
   we can get in without relying on it, I'd prefer we use that."
"Quiet, subtle," growls Salem in agreement with Malone. His mood has taken a 
   turn for the worse.
Lisa nods and says, in concert with Salem, "And easy to cover up as mundane 
   corporate espionage."
Salem says, "Exactly."
Jeff slowly nods a few times. "I see. You have a point, but, should the need 
   arise..." He stops midthought, "So, what type of security -are- we up 
   against? Cameras, obviously. Guards too. Alarm systems?"
Murphy glances at the blueprints darkly. "We don't know exactly. Only way to 
   find out is to go in there and trip them."
Salem grimaces, and growls something under his breath in Serbian.
"More than likely," the lone metis says. With a frown, he shakes his head. 
   "Let's table this to finish up another night, once we've done more digging. 
   Lisa, Murphy, Jayson, check into the trucks, if you can. I'd like to come 
   up with a more exact list of things we'd like Jayson to look around for."
Jeff makes a slight scowl. "Not exactly the healthiest way of doing things, 
   but if that's the only way.." He looks to the others a moment. "I agree, it 
   is getting somewhat late. Is there anything I can do, Mr. Malone?"
Lisa turns to Murphy and says, "Guess this means we're going truckspotting. 
   I'll bring my camera."
Murphy nods to the Alpha before turning to Lisa. "Another delightful weekend 
   in the country. Should give us a chance to discuss some things though."
Salem shifts his weight, sitting forward as he flicks ash into the tray at his 
   elbow. He seems to have nothing more to add on the subject tonight.
JJ Malone shrugs his shoulders at Jeff's question. "I can only guess right now 
   where your strength's lie, Mr. Montgomery. If you're a businessman, I 
   assume you have some knowledge of security systems used in company 
   headquarters. Try to fill Jayson, Lisa, and Salem in as much as possible, 
   so they can know what to expect. Talk to all of them and if you know you 
   can do something, offer to. And it's just Malone. Or Shades, if you're 
   feeling lucky."
Jeff nods lightly. "Of course. I know something of security systems, I'll give 
   them what information I had. I just wish I knew the company that installed 
   them, it would be easy to get some sort of idea of what we were up against."
Murphy gathers up his pack of cigarettes and lighter before standing up. "It 
   would indeed be nice. To bad that information is strangely unavailable to 
   us." He begins to make his way towards the door.
JJ Malone scowls, then calls out slightly louder, "John. You been able to dig 
   up those throat mikes and headphones yet?"
Murphy stops and nods quickly. "Shipment has been arranged. All that is left 
   is to name the time for delivery."
"Yesterday," J.J. half-growls, half-states. He turns back, allowing Murphy to 
   storm out unhindered.
Salem crushes out his cigarette and leaves the butt in the tray as he pushes 
   to his feet.
Jeff slowly rises as well, though he lets Salem go first. It's only polite 
   after all. "If there is anything else I can do, just give me a call. You 
   have my number."
Murphy doesn't bother to storm out at all. Pausing for a moment at the door he 
   answers, "Consider it done. Oh, and you need to give me a time to set up an 
   appointment with a Fang bitch named Brittany."
JJ Malone nods curtly to Jeff, but then turns back to Murphy. "Mind your 
   tongue," he snaps reflexively. More moderate, he adds, "I know her. What 
   the hell does she want?"
Salem pauses near the doorway at the word "fang," and turns back to regard 
   Murphy with narrowed eyes.
Jeff slides past Salem. "Good night everyone," he states before disappearing 
   into the hall.
Murphy glances at Salem before turning his attention back to Malone. "She 
   wants to meet with the 'City Director.' I told her that I could get her in 
   touch with just such an individual. Do you want to just deal with her 
   directly, or do you want me to act as go-between?"
JJ Malone looks askance at the title, then snorts derisively and decisively. 
   "Tell her there is no such entity at this time, but that if she wants to 
   meet with the Glass Walker Don, then I guess that's me. Though," he goes on 
   to add, "I don't require a permanent go-between for everything, you 
   realize."
Salem tilts his head, frowning like a man who just had a though occur to him, 
   and then shakes his head and heads out.
Murphy nods again. "I know. This was just a circumstancial thing. I'll pass 
   your number along once she contacts me. I have reason to believe that she 
   also shared this information with Bailey. Not sure. You're wrong about one 
   thing though. You are the City Director. You run the Walkers. And we run 
   the city. That's our way."
JJ Malone's chin rises up stubbornly. "Give her my pager number. Or have her 
   give you hers. And, no, there's not. That's usually our way, but not here, 
   and not with me. For one thing, we aren't strong enough to claim that, and 
   for second, I'm not. You're a singer, go ask Kyle what happened to the last 
   Garou trying to claim an equivalent title." He pauses to make a drag from 
   his cigarette, then adds, "Good night, John."
Murphy nods once more. "Good night, Ma'am. And you're stronger than you 
   think." And with that he turns and goes.

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