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Jack comes to her senses. restrained by Cassidy in a grapple.. She’s covered in animal blood and can taste it in her mouth. The blood has obviously just come from the mauled cow carcass in front of her. 

She stops struggling to look around. She sees she’s in the middle of a field in a small valley and there is a Jeep a short distance away with its lights on. The engine is still running, in case a quick getaway is needed.

Jack: What the fuck?

Cassidy: Good, you’ve got back to your senses. Sorry, mibbies not the best tasting blood, but all things considered I figured this’d be the safest bet.

Jack: I’d ask questions but I’ve no idea where to start… What happened to the Tremere I had my fangs into?

Cassidy: Alas, still standing when I saw him or, more accurately, on the ground from where he fell when you passed out.

Jack: Oh well, probably a good thing.

Cassidy: Some fucked up blood magic they were pulling out.

Jack: I take it that Magnar is dead? Dumb fuck.

Cassidy sighs, “He’s in the back of the car. THAT is something we can discuss once we’re moving.”

Jack: Is he awake so that I can kick his ass for being stupid?

Cassidy: He’s a fucking ornament just now though. He’s worse than stupid. First though, I don’t want to hang about too long; you never know when there are Garou about.

Jack: Fine, let’s get in the car. 

Cassidy: We should probably do something with this chunk of meat. You’ve done a real number on it, not very subtle.

Jack: I know a guy in an abattoir…

Cassidy: Excellent. Let’s get it wrapped up so there’ll be no mess.

Cassidy goes to the boot of the Jeep and pulls out some tarpaulins. Jack moves to help wrap up the dead cow.

Jack: You got any cash? The guy isn’t a ghoul but he won’t ask questions.

Cassidy moves the wrapped body of Magnus onto the back seat so as he is well clear of any blood and Jack glares at her torpored clanmate angrily.  

Cassidy: Not got a lot on me just now.

Jack: Together we should have enough. I’ve got more at my haven but I ain’t going there.

Cassidy frowns at the size of the cow corpse compared to the back of the Jeep, “Hold up, this might not fit.”

Jack looks to see if she still has her machete.  With some relief, she draws it and holds it up, “Maybe we can chop it up with this?”

Cassidy: Sweet.

She hands over the machete and Cassidy proceeds to butcher the animal into smaller pieces, occasionally looking out into the night darkness nervously. Jack pats her other pockets and pulls out the remnants of a mobile phone.

Jack: Dammit. Guess we need a phone box for me to call my contact.

Together, they get the bloody pieces of cow wrapped up and into the back of the Jeep, beside Magnar.

Jack: Hmm, we’re gonna need a change of clothes.

Cassidy: They can be got.

Jack: I dunno what the tremere did to me but it still fucking hurts.

Cassidy: No doubt, though I’d guess his neck is a bit painful too…

Jack laughs, “Not that I blame him, mind you.” She glares at Magnar again.

Cassidy takes off his top to wipe off the worst of the blood from his hands and face. Jack tries the same using her bandana, but mostly just ends up smearing it around.

Cassidy: So, silly boy Magnar here; let’s move out and I’ll fill you in on the way out.

Jack: Did Antonia get out? Or did they ignore her since she never did anything.

Jack scowls at that.

Cassidy: She’s out; I left her down at the new venue for the club.

Jack, noting Cassidy heading for the driver’s side of the Jeep, “Should I drive? You might be better watching out for trouble.

Cassidy: Actually, before we drive… 

He stands between Jack and the car and Jack takes a ready stance in response.

Jack: What?

Cassidy: Antonia had booked passage for her and Magnar on a ship to America. Today.

Jack: …. before the fight?

Cassidy: Yes

Jack’s eyes darken and she growls in her throat and clenches her fists. When she speaks her voice is rough.

Jack: I’m going to rip their fucking heads off.

Cassidy: Yes. Not only was he being a stupid fuck, but he was being a stupid fuck without telling anyone else what his get-out was.

Jack: Mother fucker.

Cassidy: Oooooooooh noooooooooo. That’s not for you. I’m not gonna let some fucker do this to my clan, especially one of my own.

Jack: I was fucking loyal enough to take on the whole fucking court for that fuckwit. I gave him advice after advice and he threw every single piece in my fucking face.

Cassidy: And now, every cunt is going to be after him. And quite probably us both.

Jack goes to kick the side of the Jeep and barely manages to stop herself.

Cassidy: So we need to box clever here.

Jack: I reckon I can talk my way back in. But only cos I never drew my weapon. But yeah, carefully.

Cassidy: What did you actually do? So I know how to play this.

Jack: Threw a chair then jumped on the Tremere. The chair dropped a Ventrue and I pushed past another one, but I never saw what happened to them.

Cassidy: Then they zapped you with some crazy shit and you took a chunk out of him and you got zapped again and passed out, and that’s when I moved.

Jack: Mostly they pulled my blood outta me from a distance. At least that’s what it felt like.

Cassidy: In the meantime, Magnar had fucked up the prince – doesn’t look to be gone for ever mind you.

Jack: He couldn’t even do that right!

Cassidy: One of the guys pulled him out through the wall and away.

Jack: There were 2 new Brujah that he coulda used to tie down Arkady or the Scourge or someone. Antonia just let Rothschilde walk right by her, out of the way of what was going on, since Magnar gave them hours to prepare and have a good look around. Total cluster fuck

Cassidy: Magnar frenzied, trying to chase him, Arkady was looking to stake him, and as I said, I made my move, cos I’m that damn good.

Jack: Well, I reckon I probably owe you my life.

Cassidy: Step over the tremere, scoop you over one shoulder, boost through the hole shoving Magnar outta there.

Jack: I can’t imagine I would’ve survived if I’d been left on the floor.

Cassidy: Don’t worry, do that shit for any of the clan.

Jack: You should’ve left him for that shit he’d pulled. Yeah, well. Let me know if you need anything I can provide.

Cassidy: And if you had been left existing, you’d be on the strings of Tremere. Anyways, we’re outside, the prince’s man is trying to pull him out of the way, Magnar is like frenzied to fuck and out of control.

Jack: Right.

Cassidy: So, in all good conscious, I can’t leave a brother in that position. Even if he does kill the Prince totally, he’s in frenzy and there’s three Tremere at the window with blood magic shit to fuck him up. So I smack him a good one round the back of the head and BOOM out cold.

Jack: Guess I’d do the same… then fuck Magnar up later.

Cassidy: I hoist him over the shoulder and get moving. There’s Antonia in her car waiting to see what is going on. There’s some gun fire in the background, bundle you both in the car and we split

He gets into the back of the car, “I’ll tell you the rest on the drive, fucking not liking this.”

Jack gets in the driver’s side and puts it into gear, “So.. where are we?”

Cassidy: Half an hour out of Dumfries.

He gives directions back to Dumfries and Jack takes the Jeep out of the field onto the road.  They head south.

A little while later, Cassidy interrupts the silence.

Referring to a music venue the Brujah were starting up, he says, “Want to swing past the proposed venue and check if Antonia has cleared out?”

Jack: Hmmm, my abbattoir contact is a lot closer to Glasgow. We might be better dumping the cow in a river.

Cassidy: Well, it’s butchered now…. We could have some fun with it, really fucking confuse some people.

Jack: eh?

Cassidy: Dunt look like a vampire death anymore so tracks are covered. Dunno, want to vent some steam

Jack, looking over her shoulder at Magnar’s body, “Probably a good idea.”

Cassidy: Stop here.

Jack pulls over and Cassidy gets out and opens the boot. He starts lobbing dead cow parts around.

She gets out of the car and watches Cassidy with a puzzled look.

Cassidy: Come on, just cos you can’t throw them as far as me.

Jack shrugs, “Why not?”

Cassidy: This’ll confuse the hell outta people.

The two Brujah throw the cow parts out into the darkness, as far as they can throw them with their considerable strength.

Jack: Hey, it’s confusing me!

Cassidy: Now is this therapeutic or what, Jack?

She laughs, “Guess it is.”

Cassidy: Cool.

Once it’s all done, Cassidy looks a lot more relaxed and they get back into the Jeep and start south again.

Jack: So.. where to?

Cassidy: We will have to ditch this car at some point soon, mind. But it is Antonia’s, so who cares?

Jack: Manchester?

Cassidy, instead, gives directions to the warehouse.

Jack: Oh, yeah.

Cassidy: Wanna check if she’s still around?

Jack: I’ll fucking kick her ass too, if she’s still there.

When they arrive at the warehouse there is no sign of Antonia.

Jack: I’m mean… did they not trust me with their plan?

Cassidy: That’s just fucked up. Don’t know what the fuck he was expecting.

Jack: Of course not… since they obviously intended on abandoning me to the tender mercies of the court.

Cassidy: Right, so we have the fucker. Next question, where is safe to lay low?

Jack: Making plans like that shows they didn’t even expect to succeed! I was thinking we pop down to the Brujah Prince of Manchester until we get the chance to explain to the Glasgow court.

Cassidy: Could be a plan.

Jack: Or I know some people in Belfast we might be able to crash at.

Cassidy: What’s his thought on Anarchs though? We might even make the ferry.

Jack: Hell, I think there are more Anarchs in Manchester than cammies. Worth phoning ahead, though.

Cassidy: Cool. Lets get a payphone and check out the lay of the land.

Jack: Clothes first… we can get a phone at a service station. And a change of vehicle

Cassidy: True. Vehicle isn’t a problem as long as we ditch the next one quickly – not worth going on a ferry with it either and we can’t exactly carry a corpse onto one over the shoulder…

Jack: Don’t need a vehicle on the ferry… since it’s cheaper without. We’re probably going to need to steal some cash.

Cassidy: I think Manchester is the best bet short term if you wanna contact someone down there. Though it’s gonna kick off big time I think.

Jack: I’d prefer to stick with someone official Camarilla.

Cassidy: Oh, there needs to be official Brujah cammies on this one.

Jack: It’d be worse for me if I just run. And if it’s bad for me it’s worse for you.

Cassidy: Not letting you get strung out to dry for his fuck up.

Jack: Not if I can fucking help it.

Cassidy: I can look after myself, plenty of places where they’ll never bother come looking for me cos they’re too fucking feart.

Jack: I’m not too bad myself – once I’ve got some cash and a vehicle.

Cassidy: Equally, as much as I wanna fuck the cunt up, if I do it, Cammies’ll not be too pleased.

Jack: Oh goodie, can I do it?

Cassidy: A Brujah Prince’s decision on the whole thing however is a far better solution for our backs.

Jack sighs.

Cassidy: We get the clan involved

Jack with a wry grimace, “Yeah.”

Cassidy: And we keep you sweet with your lot, give them back in Glasgow less excuse to bay for my blood.

Jack nods agreement.

Cassidy: And if you ask nicely, mibbies he’ll let you mete out the justice for getting shafted.

She laughs, “Yeah, let’s get this idiot to Manchester… About 3 hrs from here.”

They go out and steal some clothes and a new vehicle somewhere near Dumfries. They set fire to Antonia’s Jeep in the middle of nowhere, after transferring Magnar’s torpored form to the new vehicle.

Then they continue on a bit further to stop at a service station to make a call to arrange going to meet Prince Carter with Magnar. The Prince agrees and directs them to come to the Manchester court.

At the end of the call, the Prince suggests to Jack that she should speak to Ritchie before her and Cassidy set off because, as far as he is aware, Richie has a staked camarilla member in his house… 

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