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[ARCHIVED] - Getting ground (group one [George, Leslie, Max, Ronnie]))
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George Henry Harris
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The first group had reached the roof from where they should start the advance into Redbridge according to the plan. At that point the two guards accompanying them withdrew and got on their way to their position.

So there they were... Alone on a rooftop two blocks away from the hostile territory...
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Ronnie tried to recognise if any of those figures might be a threat. Didn´t seem like it, but the creatures looked monstrous, no normal people would look like that.

Max didn´t like the sight of that either. He guessed that it must be fleshcrafting, in contrary to Ronnie Max had seen that before.
He was the last of the group to leave the room. Then he saw something on the floor. He had a closer look what that metallic shimmer might be.

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George looked up and down the staircase and in both cases, his line of sight ended when the stairs turned around a corner. As far as he could see, there was nothing obviously dangerous or unusual. With his drawn pistol still in hand, he advanced towards the door with Leslie close behind him.

Suddenly something abov them clicked. They looked up, but there was nothing to be seen. Simultaneously, a set of bars came down and closed off their exit route. Also Ronnie and Max had disappeared, all that was left indicating they had been there was a small pool of blood and a swiftly deteriorating lower arm that was still clutching Ronnie's dagger.

Two down, two to go...


Unable to do much more and with this way blocked, there was nothing but return to the stairs. Once they were back there, they suddenly got company by Franca, with Leo and Lessa in tow.

What now ? Happy reunion ?
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George Henry Harris
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George looked at the other group questioningly, as if wondering where the Anarch happened to be, then he thought about what to do next. Three losses without even a glimpse of the enemy, that was bad... Then he had a plan, perhaps not a good one, but at least a decent one.

"Right, we'll stay together now and take the stairs to the top and then we'll search this nightmare of a building from top to bottom... Questions ? Objections ?"

After that had been cleared he'd take point and slowly ascend the stairs, watching for bad surprises on the way up. More losses now would be unacceptable and complicating the issue even more...
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Leo Fleming
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Leo noted the other group only consisted of George and... assumingly Leslie. Was it coincidence they lost three Brujah out of five?

George's plan was as good as any and Leo took the lead up the stairs again since he could better see what was ahead. Not knowing if Leslie would remain in her animal form or not, he decided it was betteer to go first. So the enemies faced at least one pair of claws as soon as they showed their ugly faces.

Slightly ducked he took step after step, ready to shoot out on anything moving towards them. Observing every step before setting foot on it. All his senses eager to catch any change, wether sound or smell, trying to catch any slight vibrations in the floor.

The Gangrel felt the soft buzzing in his deep inner, the beast growling ready to shed Sabbat blood.
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George made a good point about searching the place from top to bottom so nothing or no one would escape them or surprise them. The cat tilted her head and wriggled her rosy little nose in the air. With a purr she announced that she was happy to see Leo but she wasn't ready to get into her true form yet. The element of surprise and all that. She also didn't know who or what resided here. What if it was a Sabbat she knew and who knew her? That would mean she would have to take it out quickly and swiftly.

The cat stayed close to the ground. Her soft paws made no noise and she strode carefully behind Leo and looked back every now and then for the others. Electrifying nerves were rushing through her and she hoped this night would be over soon without too many others fallen into a trap and their Final Death. The animal took a deep sigh but other than that she remained silent and observant.
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There weren't questions, not that were worth asking. Although Franca couldn't help but notice how their plan had gone from "raiding the menagerie" to "surrounding them from the sides" to "top to bottom"... and possibly, heading towards the "wherever we happen to run" territory. Pointing it out would have been useless, however, and she didn't feel that talkative anyway.

So she walked upstair, her hand on a - stake - yes - she had to use the stake...

In any other moment she would have been relieved not to fight alongside with Max, but now, right after have witnessed to Jelena's departure, seeing how the other group had been reduced as well was kind of discomforting. Damn, -she- was supposed to put his hands on him, not the Sabbat!

Wherever those bastards were, they would have got what they deserved.
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Lessa frowned. Top to bottom actually didn't sound like a great idea. George was the general, here, but somebody needed to point out the flaw in that plan.

"Wait a second. Wouldn't it make more sense to search from bottom to top? Or do we want anyone on the middle floors to be able to sneak out while we're still searching above them? We don't exactly have the numbers for someone to be left behind to guard the exits."

Was she really arguing tactics with a Brujah who was probably older than her? Yes. Yes she was. But his suggestion seemed totally illogical to her.
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George Henry Harris
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George scratched his head while listening to Lessas words and stopped.

"I've dealt with that woman before... She likes to call herself the Spider and if I'm not mistaken her, her mate and the Ghouls sit in the basement and wait for us to get through this horror house and to them just in the right condition so they can finish us off easily... Either that or they sit upstairs and when we get down they'll close the door behind us and lock us in... Hard to say what could happen... You could be right..."

Thinking about this for a while he went silent and stayed that way for some minutes. Then he nodded, as if having come to a conclusion and turned to the group, lowering his voice.

"Alright, forget upstairs... To the basement it is, as if they really are in there, we might catch them by surprise..."
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Wonderful… the for sure least experienced fighter started discussion of plans while an operation.

Leo frowned at this change of plans… As if these guys couldn’t sneak out as long as they were in the basement… And they even could lock them in there. That thought was rather uncomfortable for him.
He didn’t like the turnaround George ordered, but he would do the fuck and start a discussion on that. No time for such shit and no time for this typical behavior of some Clans to discuss everything to death, meanwhile things happened.

A short look towards Leslie, then he went back downwards to take the lead there. Scanning the dark before his feet with his beasteyes piercing the pitchblack. Careful descending the stairs, step by step. Inhaling the stale air searching for suspect smells.
His long black claws gently scratching the walls while he took step by step.
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Franca looked incredulously as her Primogen discussed with Lessa on how and where to move, eventually changing once more the plans as if they made no difference at all.

Since when was Lessa an expert of militray strategy? And since when didn't George even -pretend- to have something resembling to a sound plan?

Of course, it could very well be true - that either direction made no difference, that was. But she could have done without reinforcing the feeling they were bumping around hoping for their good luck to assist them. She would have liked to comment... but in all honesty she would've been unable to say anything constructive. Or anything not too snarky.

So she just followed the new directions. Downstairs, then.
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The cat looked up at the discussion. Wait a minute? George knew such information and only now shared it? So much could go wrong. So much would go wrong. And then? Then Leslie, the kitty Anarch, would die in the middle of these Capes. Her mewl grew deeper and had a more growling tone. This was frustrating. She was here for reason only she knew. She was here to prove loyalty and she was no danger to the Camarilla but she was also here to see what was still alive in her old home. A part of the turf she once roamed.

The ginger hairs began to stand up on her back. Her back arched and she stretched her paws forward to hide the tension that was building up within her. They were doing stupid things. Running in here like this with some by their sides who were clearly unprepared. Not to mention that the Camarilla actually had very little to say in these parts and not just because it was Sabbat ground. She pushed thoughts away from her mind. It was not the time to place very important details in the spotlight.

The small lean frame began to wrap between the legs of those who began to wander downstairs and followed George. The cat was low to the ground because she didn't want to be seen easily.
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After their swift descision to change destinations, they decided to move downstairs. Slowly, one after the other, they walked down the stairs that soon narrowed and turned into a flight of spiral stairs, moving downwards towards the darkness below that only pierced by their abilities or the light sources they had with them. Soon they arrived at a metal door that was common to close off cellars and heating equipment rooms. They noticed that the lock had been picked, not very elegantly, but the door was open. Opening the door exposed a small corridor with lots of pipes and several similar metal doors. One of them was open, just barely in its hinges and there were traces of dried blood leading towards one of the other doors. Looking around, they found that there were four doors. One in front of them, the mostly unhinged one to their left, the one on the right, where the blood trail was leading and another on the right, next to the other one. The cellar was reeking of oil and bleach. There was no sound to be heard.

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George looked at the doors listening and thinking about what to do next. His gaze wandered from door to door while his face showed the effort it took him to think hard on the matter... After a while of thinking her slowly walked towards the door that was barely in its hinges.

Signaling the others to provide cover and keep an eye on the surroundings he entered the room and looked around what could be seen.
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The cat hissed at George when he wanted to enter. Were they really this stupid? This was no time to be or think friendly. It was about getting in and out a safely as possible. Suddenly the furry ginger form began to flex and ripple. Within a few seconds the human form started to shape and Leslie stood there. The Flemish girl stretched herself and shook her head. She was completely dressed in black and the only skin that was showing were her hands and her face. Her hair up in a tight knot.

If they paid attention they would notice that around one wrist was fish wire rolled up and around the other steel wire. It was good for traps and to wrap around a neck to snap it. Around her waist and belly was a rope tightly strapped. So the so called military and tactic guys had forgotten such things? She was a regular girl but had been in some fights. Inexperienced still but she had learned certain things were essential. Like the Leatherman multitool knife she had with her.

Her eyes were dark and stern and she started to unwrap the rope. The advantage of not needing to breath had made it easier to wrap enough rope around her. Once she had removed the rope she made a knot at one end and attached it to the door knob of the left door. Then she grabbed it tight and attached it around the knob of the right door. She didn't cut the rope but pulled it hard and attached it with another knot to the next door on their right. Then she went back to the door on the left and fixed it around that knob again with a last knot. Now the three doors would be unable to get opened from within because in every hallway and every building doors never opened to the outside into the hallway but towards inside the room. Whatever creatures were hiding there and waiting to ambush them were now trapped.

Leslie was only able to save another two metres of rope which she cut off and again bonded around her waist. She turned around and watched them with a look that said she wasn't happy. Since when did you leave rooms unsearched in recon mission even when the doors seemed closed? Military Camarilla her ass.
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Franca observed the Gangrel's move - did she hope that a combat-trained vampire wouldn't have been able to smash all her crafty trap and attack them anyway? Oh well, maybe it could have bought them some time. Whatever.

In other circumstances she would have noted how seeing a catformed vampire turning back to her humanoid shape had stopped to faze her; she would have noted how she was more and more conditioned to accept weird... But then, those were not other circumstances.

Hand on her - stake, it was the stake that she had to use - she stood on the edge of the door where George had entered. Ready to follow him if battle had ensued, ready to get back outside if a Tzimisce in zulo form had disregarded all the Gangreltech and jumped out of some other door.
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Leo growled inside. How he hated this… Didn’t they agree, HE goes first? What good was goddamn Potence and Celerity, if you didn’t SEE what attacks you? But okay… change all plans while an operation. No problem… The Gangrel had no illusions about their expendability… Damn, sometimes he even missed the old nights with the Mercenaries!

He leaned against the wall on the opposite side of Franca at the doorframe. Leslie’s rope might not be the total barrier, but at least they would hear any upcoming attack from behind. Inhaling the decay filled air, searching other smells than the old decomposition.

His redglowing eyes pierced the darkness he was able to oversee in the room George had entered.

Hopefully they found some sabbat meat soon, he needed to vent a little. And hopefully they wouldn’t find it bent over the ashes of the Brujah Primogen…

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Lessa frowned a bit as George entered the room first. She was pretty sure that Leo was supposed to lead - after all, he was the one that could see in the dark. She shrugged. She was done arguing with him, it probably just pissed people off, anyway.

She clicked the safety off of her gun. She had stakes, and of course her sword, but the gun would work to slow someone down a bit, at least. And it had the advantage of being able to be used from a distance. She had never learned the art of throwing a stake.

There was another shrug as Leslie tied the doorknobs together. The rope would probably not even slow down someone who could probably take the door off the hinges with hardly any effort. But if it made the girl feel better, why argue? At least as long as it wasn't making her complacent.

She took a position further back from the door than Franca and Leo while still off to one side. Keeping her finger just outside of the trigger guard, she would be ready to fire at a word from Leo, but unlikely to fire on accident. She was as ready as she was going to get.
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Leslie finished her contraption and as soon as everyone was ready, they entered the room with the almost unhinged door. The smell of bleach and oil became stronger, but then ebbed off as they suddenly found themselves in a big room that had been decorated to resemble the interior of a church. There was an aisle in front of them with a few rows of plain wooden benches on each side.

Another aisle ran between two rows of benches and led from the main aisle to a big dark door on the right side. A big chandelier was hanging from the ceiling and glistened in the light of their flashlights. The air was full of dust and the lights bounced off the chandelier and created colourful patterns on what looked like an altar at the far end of the room. They could roughly recognize the dark form of what looked like a cross hanging over the altar. And something lying in front of the altar, mostly hidden by the benches. However, it was still rather dark.

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George looked around and if he could have gone pale he would have. Not only scum of the lowest degree but also having a mockery of a church in their home... Deep in his mind some feelings declared to be hurt and caused an appropriate reaction. Facing the cross he mentally recited a short prayer before continuing.

He felt anger rising for having to see this sort of blasphemy and stepped carefully closer through the rows of benches, looking around for any sort of bad surprises. Drawing the flare gun and aiming at the figure in front of the altar he stepped closer and finally stopped about twenty paces away, as he deemed that close enough.
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Franca wasn't -surprised- by the 'decorations' of the place - for what she knew about the Sabbat, mocking religion was a typical way they had to celebrate their unholy crusade... Not that she was all that eager to ponder over the Sabbat's fashion choices, not that night for sure.

Stake firmly in a hand, she carefully moved towards the altar, squinting to see who or what was lying there, covered by the partial obscurity. Of all people she wasn't the most likely to see it clearly, she thought, with a glance to Leo. And no matter how eager she was to just delete the whole Sabbat from Earth, she would have rather not attacked what might have been a hostage.
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