DATE: Tuesday, August 25, 1998
Place:  City safehouse

---- Recall start ----

JJ Malone lets himself in with a key to the house, shutting the security 
   system off behind him. His keys jingle a little bit in his hand as he makes 
   his way through the house to the back kitchen.
A few minutes after JJ unlocks the house, there's a knock at the main doors.
Lisa comes in from outside.
JJ Malone answers the knock at the door after a few moments, opening the door 
   to admit Bailey. He's hardly moved away from it when another knock sounds, 
   and he returns to let Lisa in as well, giving a grunted "Hey" to her in 
   greeting.
Lisa says "Heya" as she enters, hefting her backpack onto her shoulder once 
   more.
Bailey places his own backpack on the dining room table, nodding to his Elder 
   and Lisa as he enters. He pulls a Snapple from his pack, and opens it.
Lisa finds a chair for her backpack and sets it there, the unmistakable sound 
   of textbooks thumping about following it's contact with the seat. "How 
   goes?"
JJ Malone returns to the dining room where a bottle of Evian is sitting on a 
   sandstone coaster and sits at the head of the table, looking at his watch 
   in an impatient gesture. With annoyance in his tone, he says, "We'll give 
   the others a few more minutes to show. Oh, fine," he answers. "Yourself?"
There's a pensive look in Bailey's eyes as he nods to Lisa. "Depends," he 
   says, almost a mumble.
Lisa says, "Classes. Big, honking 3 hour film classes on Wednesday nights." 
   She rubs her eyes. "Still, any prof that shows "Repo Man" as her first film 
   of the semester is aces in my book."
JJ Malone looks mildly perplexed. "Why would they show a film like that in a 
   class?"
Lisa smiles, "An example of nonstandard cinema." She pauses, then glances 
   around. "Oh, bugger..." Walking briskly to the door, she opens it just as 
   Jeff arrives. "Heya." Sticking her head outside, she says, "Daisy? It's ok 
   to come in..."
Jeff raps on the door then enters when it's opened. His hair is somewhat out 
   of place and there's a bit of grease on his face and shirt. "Fuckin' car," 
   he mutters, obviously his excuse for being tardy. Slowly he heads toward 
   the others, without another word.
With pursed lips, Daisy files in after Jeff. "Hi," she says quietly to the 
   room in her own subdued style of greeting.
Bailey flashes a smile to the Cub as she enters, and turns to Jeff with a 
   raised eyebrow. "You ok?"
JJ Malone's expression tightens but then eases somewhat as Jeff comes in, 
   rapping his knuckles on the table in lieu of a gavel. "Alright, let's get 
   started once everyone's seated."
Jeff snorts softly, finding a seat. "I'm fine. For a trustworthy car, it's a 
   pile of rusty, spare parts. I'm going to just have to get a new ride before 
   too much longer." Once JJ speaks, he, of course, grows quiet and attentive.
Daisy doesn't look for a good seat, she just takes the one where she's least 
   obtrusive and sits down, smoothing her pants out inexpertly, as if the mere 
   motions were alien to her, in the process.
Lisa moves her bag to the floor and takes a seat beside Daisy.
"I'm sure you can afford it," J.J. retorts cuttingly to Jeff without missing a 
   beat or looking over at him. "Old business first. Jack's officially a Glass 
   Walker after the feedback from the last meeting. Does anyone have any new 
   information about the vampire situation?"
Bailey puts his Snapple on a small book he's removed from his bag, and looks 
   to JJ as he commences the meeting.
Jeff doesn't respond to the comment. At the question, he simply shakes his 
   head. "Not yet."
Bailey shakes his head as well. "Not much at all, no."
Lisa shakes her head and says, "It's been rather quiet. Which usually means 
   something ugly's gonna happen pretty soon."
JJ Malone scowls. "Probably," he agrees with Lisa. "What's Rina been up to?" 
   he asks Jeff specifically. "She found anything?"
Jeff lets out a sigh. "I haven't had the chance to talk with her in the last 
   week. She had a run-in with something, last she said. She wouldn't give me 
   details, however. I suspect it was that gang again."
"What gang?" the ahroun immediately asks. No, demands.
Lisa cups her chin in her hands, turning to Jeff. Her fingers tap along the 
   sides of her jaw, as if typing something there.
Jeff crosses his arms, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "She 
   said it was some gang that hangs around the more sleezy side of town, 
   around the temple I believe. Might have something to do with our vamps, but 
   she said it seemed more cult related. Hard to tell, she was a bit out of it 
   at the time." He places both hands on the table, "I haven't gotten the 
   chance to follow up."
Bailey hmms at Jeff, curious. "Might explain the sling," he says. "She 
   mentioned something to me, a while ago, about some sort of cult-like group 
   she ran afoul of."
JJ Malone steeples his fingers before him. "Do either of you know anything 
   more about it?"
Jeff gives his head a light shake. "Like I said, she was out of it when I 
   talked with her last. I had thought she'd be here to explain it, actually." 
   He glances around the room once, "It appears I was wrong."
Lisa pauses and says, "How badly was she hurt?"
Bailey grimaces, shaking his head, again. "She didn't seem like she wanted to 
   talk about it." He looks to Lisa. "Sprained arm. No broken bones was what 
   she told me."
Lisa sits up in her chair, hair falling over her eyes. One by one, she pops 
   the knuckles on her right hand. "Where's she staying now?"
"At her home," Jeff replies quietly to Lisa. "They caught her out while she 
   was clubbing. Plus, she wasn't too eager to accept housing."
"Anyone watching her?" asks Lisa. "She might have been followed home..."
Bailey shrugs a bit, taking a pull from his drink before answering. "Not sure. 
   I don't see her around much. But, if she's a student at the University, she 
   might be easier to keep track of."
Lisa pauses and says, "I could always check the directories. They list most 
   students and their e-mail addresses. If she's registered, she should be on 
   there."
Daisy watches the interaction between Lisa and Bailey quietly, but with 
   interest. "Why," the lupus inquires with her drawn out speech, "she not say 
   who hurt so us protect can? She not go to wrong...." She hunts for the word 
   she wants. "... land of others?"
Lisa pauses, opens her mouth as if to say something, then closes it again. 
   Puzzlment crosses her eyes as she tries to figure out Daisy's question.
Bailey shakes his head to Daisy. ~Nope,~ he says, switching to the Garou 
   Tounge. ~She has't gone to the Wyrm, she's still on our side. Some people, 
   though, keep to themselves, like Rina.~
Daisy switches to the Garou tongue after someone else does so first, finding 
   the more gutteral language more facilitating. ~That does not make sense. 
   Human thing?~ The question provides a nice and easy explanation if answered 
   with an affirmative.
Bailey nods. "Pretty much," he replies, switching back to human speech.
Lisa nods and says, "It's a very human thing."
Daisy purses her lips and switches back to English and sluggish speech. 
   "Okay." She seems completely satisfied with that answer.
JJ Malone is scowling but silent during this discussion, finally breaking his 
   silence to say to Jeff, "I want you to keep me up to date every week like I 
   ask. Send me email, if you can't get me on the phone. If these gangs have 
   nothing to do with the Wyrm or the leeches, then she'll have to take care 
   of them on her own until she asks for our help, but if they are, I want to 
   know yesterday. So, new business. Bailey, you had something to talk about?"
Jeff nods once. "Yes sir."
Bailey nods, rising. "I do. Something my pack and Edge found very recently. 
   Yesterday," he says, pulling a small baggie out of his pants pocket, "they 
   ran across some drug dealers, most likely Vietnamese from the speech." He 
   places the bag on the table. The bag contains white, crystal-like rocks, 
   identifying it as crack. There's a label on the bag, showing a Wyrm Sign. 
   The Galliard Scowls. "We tracked them down and questioned them last night. 
   The bangers were pretty much runners, and there's some new guy in town 
   suppliying this shit." He takes a deep breath, as if for some reason he has 
   to steady himself. "From what we got from them, this and automatic 
   weaponry, seems like a new supplier is in town, and wants to go city-wide 
   with this."
JJ Malone's eyes narrow at the glyph. "Did you add the sign, or did they?"
Bailey looks at his Elder, honestly aghast. "Not a chance. I don't kid about 
   the Enemy. This was what we found on the baggies, as is. Nothing doen to 
   them."
Lisa narrows her eyes and says, "Oh, great. I wish I could say this little 
   tactic was a new one, but DC's flooded with stuff like this all the time." 
   She cracks her knuckles again. "First it was tainted crack, then heroin. 
   While back they tried tainting bottles of St. Ides to provoke a gang war. 
   Never heard of anything this blatent before, though."
Jeff glances to Bailey, "What information do we have on where this is coming 
   from?"
"Not a whole hell of a lot," Bailey explains to Jeff. "This just came to our 
   attention yesterday. Both Edge and Cavall have their eyes open, since 
   that's where the gang members have been seen so far. The gangers were not 
   good fonts of information, speaking only of a large fat man with clammy 
   skin that sweated a lot."
JJ Malone either doesn't notice or doesn't react to Bailey's dismay--neither 
   does he make any effort to take the bag. The highly perceptive might 
   actually notice how very, very still he's become, at odds with the usual 
   ease it is to read him. "Stupid of them to mark it like that, then," he 
   says in a low-tone absent of emotion except pensiveness, seeming to be 
   talking more to himself than anyone at the table. "Keep an eye on it, and 
   keep me informed." His soft spokenness gives his words all the more weight, 
   so different is it from his normal intensity.
Lisa pauses and says, "Well, not betting on stupidity...it could be a lure."
JJ Malone's head suddenly tilts a hair-breadth, fixing his gaze on Bailey with 
   disconcerting directness. "It *is* actually Wyrm-tainted, yes? Not just 
   labeled as such?"
Jeff glances around, letting out a light snort. "I wouldn't think anyone would 
   have tried it, but JJ has a point. Anyone sensed it yet?"
Bailey hrms. "Not sure. There was a general taint. But, Sensing the Wyrm 
   anywhere in the city usually has a low-level reaction. Have to try and have 
   Elan do a better reading, see what he picks up."
JJ Malone's voice is dry but without its usual snap, making it sound 
   distracted. "Yes, we're not Rangers, we know that." With a hard swallow 
   that again only the perceptive would notice, he suddenly waves a dismissive 
   hand briskly. "Put it away. Does anyone else have any new business to 
   discuss, before I finish?"
Lisa seems a bit puzzled by the reference, but shakes her head to his question.
Bailey puts the baggie away, and sits down.
Bailey shakes his head.
Jeff also indicates that he has nothing else with a light shake of his head.
JJ Malone takes a long drink of his water, then clears his throat before 
   leaning forward to continue. "Two more things, then. Brian's requested that 
   we, as a tribe, do some work for him. One is to find any information 
   possible on the vampire which escaped the Great Hunt. The Get, Kate's, also 
   said she's planning on going after it, but at worst, we duplicate efforts, 
   and we might find something out she doesn't. Second," he turns to Lisa, 
   "he'd like for someone to look into why a prominent surgeon at the hospital 
   left about the same time we were planning on taking more action to clean 
   the place up. And also to look into more mundane ways of improving the 
   place. I think this is right up Nigel's alley, so I expect your pack to 
   take the lead on this, but not to hesitate to call on the rest of us," he 
   gives a pointed look at Jeff at this, then back to Lisa, "if you need it. 
   Since the rest of your pack couldn't make it tonight, I'd like you to pass 
   it on to them, please."
Lisa nods and says, "Gotcha. Consider the mail sent."
Jeff nods lightly, saying nothing.
Bailey nods. "I know where to find Kate. She's hooked up with Kyle pack, so 
   I've heard. I can catch her through Dillan."
"Untouchables," J.J. corrects automatically. "Yes, I've heard." The snap has 
   returned to his voice, although not as bad as it usually is. "Lastly, I 
   want to put the cubs through their Test soon. Jeff, is Brandon ready?"
Jeff strums his fingertips together and explains, "He's been through 
   everything except the hand to hand training. Nigel is suppose to get with 
   him with some spirit training as well, I believe. Other than that, he's 
   good to go."
Bailey looks over to Jeff. "I might be able to help with the hand-to-hand. Not 
   as well as JJ or Rik or Jack, but I've been training for the last year or 
   so."
Jeff gives a light nod to Bailey, "I could teach him some, but I would prefer 
   one of the full moons do it. More their field."
Bailey nods. "No sweat."
JJ Malone scowls. "I'd like Jack to, or Rik if you can find him. If you can't 
   get either of them to do it by next week, let me know. Daisy, you, too, 
   soon as I can talk to Nigel on how you're doing." He glances at the theurge 
   cub. "And," to the rest, "I'm taking suggestions. Anything else?"
Jeff nods to JJ, "Will do."
Bailey nods. "I don't have anything."
Daisy gives a quiet nod back to the elder as she gets addressed. Or talked at 
   as the case may be.
Jeff shakes his head once, signaling that he has nothing else.
"Meeting adjourned, then," the ahroun pronounces. "I'll expect all of you to 
   give me weekly reports on what you're working on."

---- Recall end ----