DATE: Wednesday, June 3, 1998
Place: Silverton Apartments, Apt. #101


---- Recall start ----

Murphy steps carefully into the room after being admitted. He scans the place 
   with a careful eye. "Hmm, interesting decour. Not what I imagined at all."
Jayson is already there, sitting down on a chair and sipping at a glass of 
   water.
Feet can be heard skidding to a quick halt outside the door, and someone raps 
   on it with a quick staccato.
JJ Malone gives Murphy a frosty look that's just this side of making something 
   of it, then brushes past him jarring the Galliard's shoulder hard to answer 
   the door. He checks the peephole, then admits Nigel. "Good, I was just 
   about to start without you," he says before heading for the living room 
   proper and his seat there.
Nigel comes in, brushing himself off and murmuring apologies. "I'm terribly 
   sorry; I just ran into a person I never expected to see in the city, and it 
   was hard to break away." He pauses as he spots an unfamiliar face. "Oh. 
   Hello"
Murphy eases into one of the other seats set up for the meeting. He makes a 
   quick survey of the other faces. His expression is one of a poker player 
   glancing at his cards. He looks at to the newest arrival and nods. If he 
   noticed the /accidental/ brushing he makes no indication of it.
Jayson watches the exchange of Murphy and Jj with a careful eye, then waves at 
   Nigel when he arrives. He doesn't bother introducing himself to Murphy, 
   figuring that JJ will get to it in time.
"Help yourself to the fridge," the ahroun says, as he straddles one of the 
   wooden chairs that is part of the plain dining room set. Taking up his 
   bottled water, he swings it pendulum-like to use the bottom as a pointer, 
   indicating Murphy, saying to the two theurges, "New guy, John Murphy. This 
   is Jayson Carr and Nigel McAllister. You can do formal intros if you feel 
   the need, or we can get down to business."
Salem raps smartly on the door to Malone's apartment.
JJ Malone stands up immediately at the knock, checking the eyehole, and 
   admitting Salem. He gives the Ronin a faint scowl. "You're late," is all he 
   says before turning to head back to his seat.
Murphy nods at both the indicated men. He fishes a cigarette out of the pack 
   in his front shirt pocket and a Zippo out of his jacket. "Business is fine 
   with me." he states curtly.
Salem frowns and glances at his watch. Then he grunts noncomittally and 
   strides into the apartment, joining the others already gathered. His temper 
   is clearly short, the rage all but visible.
Jayson nods to the New Guy. "Theurge.", he says as way of intro. "You?". He 
   excludes the 'formal' intros, but figures that knowledge of expertise will 
   be useful in the future mission.
Nigel moves to the fridge and holds a bottle of water up to the light, 
   grunting with satisfaction at what he sees. "Get anyone anything while I'm 
   up?"
Murphy takes a draw off his cigarette. He answers "Galliard, and no, thanks." 
   as he exhales.
JJ Malone indicates Salem to Murphy. "Jack Salem. Ronin, but looking to join 
   the Family if he acts well when we do this. Business, then. We need more 
   information about Ashley Turner, in general, and trying to find some kind 
   of indication past visions from spirits I wouldn't trust to tie my shoes 
   that she's tied into this Consumer of Stone, in specific. We break into the 
   Turner HQ in Seattle, then. Jayson, you're the hacker, let's start with 
   you. What do you suggest?"
Salem finds a convenient chair and drops into it with another grunt, dark eyes 
   hooded and mouth drown into a dour scowl. He lights up a cigarette and 
   inhales deeply, his whole manner restless and edgy.
Jayson taps his finger on the rim of his water glass, then sits up straight in 
   his chair. A quick breath precedes his recommendation. "Well, some of this 
   you already know, but just to make sure we're all on the same page: I think 
   that trying to hack in from the outside would be very risky. It's much 
   easier, and safer, to try and get inside and go from there. I have some 
   good equiptment, but spirit help would be invaluable. I don't, however, 
   have the ability to really incorporte the spirit side of things. So, we'll 
   need to get inside, and keep people away from the terminal area when we try 
   to get inside the network. "
JJ Malone frowns faintly. "How do you mean, 'incorporate'?"
Jayson shrugs. "We'd need someone who could summon and bind some net-spiders 
   to help us break in to the system and find the information we're after."
"Why are we breaking into Turner HQ?" asks Murphy. "Wouldn't it be more likely 
   that anything incriminating would be stored at her private residences?"
JJ Malone's brows go up faintly in surprise, but then begins to scowl 
   thoughtfully. "SMS got his info from her company computers, didn't they, 
   Jayson?"'
Salem listens in brooding silence, surrounded by an aura of secondhand smoke.
Jayson says "The information we've tracked so far seems to suggest that there 
   is information worth having in the Turner system." He nods to the GWer 
   elder. "Yea, and the indications are that the Turner site is fairly well 
   protected from break-ins, which suggests to me that there is _something_ 
   inside worth seeing.""
JJ Malone's fingers tap the glass of his bottled water. "Not to mention that I 
   think I'd want to save breaking into a vampire's houses for last," he muses 
   to himself. "Well, I know how to Bind, and we could maybe get Cutter to 
   Summon them. We'd just need to give him something of value in return. 
   Nigel?" he prompts, looking to the other theurge.
Murphy taps his cigarette before he takes another draw. "Well protected? One 
   more reason to consider an alternate site. Unless her home is also well 
   protected?"
Murphy shifts uneasily at Malone's response.
Jayson frowns slightly at Murphy. "There's more here than you seem to be aware 
   of. I think breaking into the Turner site is the best option. If you've got 
   a better suggestion, after your extensive minute or two evaluation of the 
   facts, please share it."
Salem's jaw clenches, and he takes another sharp drag on his cigarette, the 
   sour, barely-controlled anger about him ticking a small notch closer to the 
   fore. He reins it back in with difficulty and sits back.
Nigel nods thoughtfully. "I'll see what his price is. He'll probably charge 
   extra for Weaver-things, but I'll cover it."
JJ Malone glances between Jayson and Murphy, then lets it slide, turning back 
   to Nigel. "Let me know before you agree with him. If I know him, he'll try 
   to squeeze extra out of you." He gives a thin, sardonic smile, then jerks 
   his chin, looking around the circle. "Anyone think they could lay ready 
   hands on the blueprints for her building?"
Jayson turns his attention back to JJ. "They may have it on file at the local 
   hall of records, depending on when it was built. Otherwise, I think we'd 
   need to go to the company the built it. While we're at it, finding out who 
   does security for the building may be useful. Get an idea of what 
   electronic measures they have in place."
JJ Malone nods curtly, considering. "Security sounds like something Lisa might 
   be best to do. John, think you could handle the blueprints?"
Murphy nods. "When would you need them by?"
"ASAP," is J.J.'s reply. "The sooner gotten, the sooner we can get this over 
   with."
Jayson reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small tin, which he flips open. 
   He selects a small white pill from it, which is popped into his mouth, 
   before closing and returning the tin to his pocket. "We may want to case 
   the building for a day or two. Maybe follow a janitor or lower employee 
   home and roll them for an ID badge."
JJ Malone nods. "Good idea," he says, then looks over at Salem, eyebrows going 
   up expectantly.
"A good task for the Ragabash, if she's up to it," opines Salem in a sour, 
   restlessly irritable tone of voice. He flicks ash into a convenient ashtray 
   and turns dark brown eyes toward Malone. "What, exactly, is my place in all 
   of this?"
JJ Malone is undaunted by Salem's mood, if anything, he matches it in a subtle 
   clash of wills. "To prove to us you can think and act like a Glass Walker, 
   Ronin. Anything you think you an do, or are you expecting us to lead you 
   down the path on a leash?"
Salem's temper snaps forward, rage straining under the chains of self-control, 
   snapping and snarling behind eyes which are now fixed on Malone's own. "You 
   haven't mentioned /when/ you're planning this little raid," he says, voice 
   low and hard with ill-controlled menace.
JJ Malone gives a hard, possibly infurtiating, thin smile that is nearer to 
   baring teeth in return. "When we're prepared." He turns back to Jayson. 
   "What kind of group do you think would be best to get you in there?"
Salem utters a low, gravelly sound not unlike a growl and slouches back in his 
   chair again, stubbing out his cigarette and lighting another.
Jayson shrugs. "If we get an ID card, we may only need one. Someone to be 
   lookout when I work. If not, then i would say two at the most. Any more 
   than that is to big to be quiet, you know? A raggie may be useful for some 
   of what we need to do. The rest just outside the building, in case we run 
   into problems." He trails off, then adds as an afterthought, "I wonder what 
   kind of two-ways we could get on short notice. Be nice to be wired during 
   this, if possible."
JJ Malone nods curtly. "Definitely. Anyone know how to get them?"
Murphy clears his throat as he taps out his cigarette. "IfI can swing the 
   equipment. And if you don't have a Ragabash up for the role of backup, I 
   want that spot too." He looks over at Jayson. "That is, if you don't mind."
Jayson says "Fine with me. You gonna buy it through a cataloge, or can you get 
   some government issue ware?"
Murphy smiles as he eases back into his chair. "It's gonna take a few days to 
   swing it, but Santa was very good to me last year. I can find something."
JJ Malone nods, but then shakes his head slightly. "Lisa's a ragabash, I think 
   she should have the spot if it's necessary. Jack," he says with a pause, 
   looking at the other ahroun, "you're going to be lookout."
Salem utters another grunt, head jerking in a sharp nod. He fixes his eyes on 
   the smoke curling around him, small muscles near his eye twitching subtly.
JJ Malone looks to the eccentric other theurge, and says, "Nigel, sounds like 
   we're going to be outside if we're there. But, we should come up with a 
   contingency plan if the attempt is muffed. I can cause a distraction, I 
   think, but those of you inside will need to get out."
Jayson nods. "If things go bad, we're going to need to cover our asses a few 
   ways. We may want to have a plan to kill power within the building if we 
   need to bolt. Don't want to risk shifting on film."
JJ Malone's flicks his fingers slightly. "Already on the list."
Jayson nods, falling silent again.
"That's it, then?" J.J. digs deeper. "Kill the power, and...then what?"
Jayson grins. "I'm a theurge, not an Ahroun. No, I would suggest letting us 
   try to get out on our own. If we can't, then have the back-up team come in 
   and retrieve us. "
Nigel bites his lower lip. "Depends on the Umbra--if it's a normal building, 
   it should be fairly simple to reach and find our way to safety. If, 
   however, our Friend has supernatural shit going on..." he takes a sip of 
   water. "I can try to scout that out, get some initial impressions, before 
   the big night."
JJ Malone nods. "I'll go with, Nigel. If not all of us. If there is 
   supernatural shit, might take all of us to deal with it. If not, might help 
   the others get a feel for the place. Jack, you're in charge of figuring out 
   an escape route with the team. Sound reasonable?" he asks towards Salem, 
   then the three Walkers.
Salem flicks ash. "Good."
Jayson nods.
Murphy says "Works for me."
JJ Malone turns to McAllister. "Nigel, next week sound good to you?"
Nigel nods slowly, remembering the last Walker field trip to the Umbra. "That 
   works well, actually. I've been thinking...this weekend sometime, would 
   anyone be interested in some monkeywrenching? Or some initial scouting for 
   some?"
JJ Malone grunts cautiously. "Maybe. Where?"
Nigel says "About a half hour north of here, a chemical plant. It has outflow 
   pipes pouring into the Columbia. We clog those, get samples the EPA can't 
   ignore, and maybe that'll give us some credit with the Big Guy out there 
   when negotiations happen."
JJ Malone suddenly grins harshly. "Love to, Nigel."
Murphy says "I think I am going to be busy this weekend, what with my trip to 
   Seattle and my shopping that I need to do."
Salem crushes out his cigarette. "Not this weekend, if you don't mind," he 
   says, curtly.
JJ Malone grunts. "Guess just you and me then, Nigel, 'less Lisa or Rik are up 
   to it. Could maybe drag Daisy along, too."
Nigel raises an eyebrow. "Daisy? That'd be interesting."
JJ Malone shrugs his shoulders diffidently. "She's been around for nearly nine 
   months, it's about time she was pushed out of the nest."
Murphy clears his throat and glances around at the others before looking at 
   J.J. "So, how many are there in this group that I haven't met and do I 
   approach them if I do?"
JJ Malone gets a mild flash of displeasure, but begins ticking off on his 
   fingers. "Rik; I knew him from Chicago, and he was here before I was except 
   he went home for a while while I came here." His mouth twitches in harsh, 
   almost malicious amusement as he pauses and gives the Galliard a glance. 
   "Lisa, the questioner. Cat-Killer, the only cub now. Nadine," his mouth 
   thins with distaste as he reaches this name. "Singer like yourself, and 
   Bailey, whom you've run into," he finishes the last two quickly.
Murphy's eyes flash at the mention of Chicago, but whatever he was thinking 
   gets swallowed up as his expression shifts to neutral.
JJ Malone nods sharply. "So, I think the meeting's adjourned. Throw away your 
   trash, if any, and let me get ready to go to work."
Nigel puts the cap back on his bottle and tucks it into a large pocket. "Good 
   night, all. Good hunting."
"Thanks for bringing me in on this. I appreciate it," Murphy says as he heads 
   for the door.
Salem pushes up from his chair, cigarette crushing out in the ashtray. He 
   pauses, eyeing Malone sidelong on his way out. "I don't appreciate being 
   provoked," he says quietly, coldly. "Not this close to the full moon."
JJ Malone's eyebrows go up a notice, but he simply looks back at the Ronin, 
   wiry arms crossing over his chest.
A moment passes, then Salem grits his teeth and turns sharply, heading for the 
   door.
As Salem turns to leave, J.J. finally speaks up. "As of tonight, you're flying 
   without a safety net, Mr. Salem. I *won't* lead you around like a puppy on 
   a leash. Either show some initiative and brains, or you won't make the cut. 
   Simple as that. You're only warning. Don't screw it up, because if you do, 
   I'll make you sorry you ever stepped foot in this town."
Salem stops short, facing the door, long hands slowly clenching and 
   unclenching. "Fuck your safety net, *and* your leash," the Ronin growls, 
   without turning around. "I don't need either. And with all respect, fuck 
   your damned mind-games and provokations too, *sir*. You of all people 
   should know better."
JJ Malone's jaw sets, anger glittering diamond-hard under the surface of his 
   skin, but the faintest of smiles thins his mouth out as he looks back at 
   Salem. His voice is a combination of lazy hunting cat ready to pounce, but 
   also pointed reminder. "And if you can't hold your temper like you did, 
   then you're no good to us." He waits, then, poised, watching.
Salem grits his teeth. "I know my limits," he snaps. "Better than you. Excuse 
   me." The Ronin stalks swiftly toward the door, apparently having nothing 
   else to say.
JJ Malone watches him go withou speaking.

---- Recall end ----