DATE:  Thursday, June 11, 1998
Place:  Silverton Apartments, Apt. #101

---- Recall start ----

A knock leaps from the door like a pair of birds on a telephone line.
JJ Malone answers the door without much ado, left hand hidden behind the door 
   as he opens it. He's dressed only in the t-shirt, jeans, and boots, in 
   shirt-sleeves, and for once, without sunglasses, revealing his eyes to be a 
   light brown color, a cigarette stuck in his mouth. He grunts once, stepping 
   aside. "C'mon in." He checks the hall behind Lisa before closing the 
   apartment door.
Lisa glances around, hands in her pockets. "Wow, it's like being on the set of 
   Men Behaving Badly. But without the cameras. When's everyone else showing 
   up?"
Murphy knocks on the door and waits to be let in.
JJ Malone scowls at Lisa's crack, rising rage forced down ruthlessly betrayed 
   by his jaw clenching. "Hopefully soon. Get you something?" The polite 
   phrase has just a touch of sounding unnatural.
Lisa slips her hand inside her jacket, resting it at the small of her back as 
   the door is knocked upon. Her eyes narrow.
JJ Malone's left hand is already filled with gun, as Lisa saw as the door was 
   closed. At the knock, he returns to the door, repeating the answering 
   ritual; this time, she can see the gun resting against the inside of the 
   door as he does so. He opens the door, though, admitting Murphy, and again 
   checks the hallway as if expecting Nigel or Jayson to show up. Salem 
   manages to slip in right behind Murphy, quietly seething as always and 
   smoking much like the metis is.
Lisa relaxes a bit and says, "And I thought I missed the welcoming rituals 
   from home...
Unlike during the last Walker meeting, Murphy refrains from commenting on the 
   decor this time. He moves towards a chair and all but collapses into it. 
   The others can tell that his face looks sullen, as if he has been missing 
   sleep. He immediately fishes out his own smoke, adding to the congested 
   nature of the air in the room. A brief nod to the others is his only sign 
   of greeting.
Lisa plunks down on the floor, facing the others but keeping her back well 
   away from the door. She gives Murphy a smile and says, "One of those 
   nights?"
JJ Malone takes a seat on a wooden chair that is part of the dining room set, 
   straddling it, and re-holstering her gun on the shoulder holster draped 
   across its back. At Lisa's question, he stays silent at least for the 
   moment, to give Murphy the chance to answer.
Surprisingly enough the Galliard seems to want to /not/ talk about it. He 
   grunts out "Or something," in response. He places the blueprints on the 
   table in front of him and starts smoothing them out for easy viewing. He 
   eyes the Elder's expossed gun and a mildly sardonic look crosses his face.
Nigel raps on the door.
Lisa stands and moves to the plans as another knock hits the door. She turns 
   around, a bit tired, and reaches for the small of her back again.
JJ Malone seems either to ignore or miss John's look as he, too, stands to 
   look over the plans, a motion arrested by the door rapping. He repeats the 
   door-opening ritual, admitting Nigel with an added grunt. "No idea where 
   Jayson is?" he asks the theurge.
Nigel shakes his head. "Didn't see him outside; I took a taxi straight here, 
   though, so he might be on his way. Sorry I'm late; phone call to Boston 
   took longer than I thought."
Murphy makes little effort to react to the knocking, feeling assured that the 
   assembled company would be more than enough to handle any situation. He 
   continues adjusting and fixing the blueprints until he has them just right. 
   The cigarette dangles from the corner of his mouth.
JJ Malone nods at Nigel, asking, "Anything up?"
Lisa relaxes against the table once more, her hand slipping from beneath her 
   anorak. She plunks down into a seat and peers at the blueprints. "Yeah. The 
   stress level in the room..."
Nigel shakes his head and looks at his feet glumly. "Just a re-evaluation of 
   assets. Transferred some funds, closed a couple accounts, tied up some 
   loose ends. And...the Challenge? It's not, um, an issue. Anymore." He peers 
   at the blueprints and tries to make some sense of them. "Is that a 
   fountain?"
"Nah, here Nigel, sit here and Lisa and I will explain what we found when we 
   went up last weekend." Murphy indicates the open seat next to him with a 
   shrug.
JJ Malone mutters a 'What Challenge?' at Nigel, apprently lost on that topic, 
   but turns to the blueprints and the task at hand with only the confused 
   expression remaining. "What did you find?" the ahroun asks rhetorically.
Nigel takes the offered seat, looking at the plans more closely.
Nigel sniffs faintly. "Typical vamp; a thousand years, no basic changes in the 
   architecture. All it needs is a moat with crocodiles."
JJ Malone's eyes move across the blueprints avidly as he studies them, eyes 
   narrowing at Nigel's comment. A finger taps the paper. "Definitely meant to 
   be able to be cut off from the world, for some reason. Makes me wonder why."
Lisa looks over the plans once more and says, "Seige mentality."
Murphy says "Well, it would be better for us if they did. We could swim it and 
   then scale the walls. As it is, we ain't getting in with out an invite. And 
   even when we swipe one, we gotta make sure that we know what building it is 
   good for." He flicks his cigarette. "Otherwise we are done at go."
Nigel traces one particular line and grimaces. "I hate this idea even ask I 
   mention it, but...this cess pool outside the fence. How big're the pipes 
   leading to it, I wonder?"
Lisa wrinkles her nose and says, "If the sewer system in this place is built 
   like everything else, too small for a human to get through. But it's worth 
   a look. So, which section are we trying to enter?"
"Jayson'd be better to ask," JJ mutters. "My own guess would be an executive's 
   terminal, but for all I know he may be able to crack it from the front 
   desk. There's something else I thought of, though, Nigel. We go in there at 
   night, five'll get you ten that *she'll* be in there, too."
Murphy nods. "There's that. There's another problem with this plan." He takes 
   another drag and looks at the assembled faces.
Murphy says "You don't just climb into a sewage pipe and come out the other 
   end. You either end up at a treatment facility or toilets. And you smell 
   like shit."
Lisa says, "Should we try to sleaze our way in? Grab an employee and an ID, 
   hack their system and forge some clearances?"
Nigel nods slowly, thinking out loud. "If we grab someone Friday night, then 
   we could go in Saturday or Sunday during the day--hopefully fewer people 
   around, and less chance of an encounter with Her. Assuming the suits work 
   normal weekday schedules."
JJ Malone grimaces and grunts at Murphy's point, but seems to have reached the 
   same conclusion. He taps the ash of his cigarette off into a heavy ashtray 
   he places on one corner of the blueprints to help hold them down, nodding 
   at Nigel's idea. "If we do that, we should grab someone who normally works 
   weekends. Means casing the place for a while longer."
Nigel sighs. "There's no chance the Family in Seattle could organize some sort 
   of lure, is there? Some fashion show or charity dinner or whatever rich 
   vamps hang out at on this coast?"
Murphy huffs assent at the Elder's idea. "Something still doesn't add up still 
   though. What about the building that is supposed to be here?" He indicates 
   a spot on the prints. "We got nothing in specs on it."
Nigel bites his lower lip. "A lab of some sort? The web site info Jayson 
   uncovered mentioned that she did some quasi-legal stuff, including testing 
   on human subjects. With loading bays like this building has, you could get 
   equipment...people...in and out, and not even sattelites would pick up on 
   it."
JJ Malone scowls at Nigel's mention of the Seattle Glass Walkers. "They're 
   being right true bastards about all this, Nigel. I'm going to email them to 
   let them know we're going in, as a courtesy, but if they don't have the 
   grace to answer the phone when I call, they can damn well hang for not 
   getting permission first."
A low growl issues out of Murphy's throat. "What kind of fucked experiments is 
   some leech running with human test subjects?"
"Answered your own question," JJ retorts darkly. His finger taps the building 
   plans impatiently. "Dammit. I want to know what's in that building, but we 
   need the information more right now. Even if we get ID, we're going to get 
   picked up by the cameras, unless we can neutralize them. What I wouldn't do 
   for someone with Jam Technology."

*** Nigel had to go, so we closed the scene out here. They went up to
Seattle and scouted.

---- Recall end ----