NYC overthrown (Star)

Vermine, Little Jhon, Dagon and Star were preparing the vehicle for their assault to NYC. The old 1980 wagoneer had been armored with aditional steel plates in its flanks to resist whatever the Camarilla threw at them. They had a plan use the 787 interstate road and crosscountry to the 84 and flank the Gangrel Gate. Also prepared a little arsenal in case of any surprises along the way.

Vermine a Nosferatu, leader of the pack usually wore no obfuscate to council his horrid visage was testing and double checking everything while Dagon brated about how easy this was going to be. Last week they got a call from Pierre telling they passed the Gangrel Gate without issue and now it was their turn.

Little Jhon gave Rebecca one of the vests and said.
"Let's rock bab'"

Vermin boarded the back of the van as the others were doing the same. He was deeply turn into his own thoughts. Hooded grey sweater with a red printing in front from a black metal band, just sitting there waiting for the car to start moving.

Vermin:

Star was instructed to sit in the back as well, while Little Jhon drove and Dagon sat as copilot. They started the engine and went to the highway. The night was clear, moonlight shining over the vehicles in this populosos highway while gas stations passed by at high speed.

Vermin said.
"Pierre said that Matheus was right. They managed to pass by The Gangrel Gate into the city. We're heading to a warehouse north of The Bronx. You know the way Little Jhon."

Dagon.
"Ductus, what's this Gangrel Gate anyway? Did they built a fence? a Wall?"

"Is a system." the Camarilla Deserter said. Little Jhon as Vermin agreed.

"Gangrel use satelites, traffic cameras, police patrols and many other gadgets to keep track of all access to NYC but according to Matheus the 84 Interstate highway defenses were offline. He has a mole to sabotage the Gangrel Gate and give us a free passage." he concluded.

Vermin.
"Jhon what would they do to you if they ever found out who are you?"

Jhon replied.
"I doubt they can. This Tzimisce did quite a fancy job." he said pinching his cheeks.

Vermine smiled and kept silence the rest of the trip. Focusing on the plan.

Little Jhon and Dagon took a laught while Vermine stay in silence.

"Don't worry bitch. All we need is to get out of his highway before day detect us, da 787 is full with their tech but da 84 is safe for us. This is da only direct path to nyc, we will get uh detour when we are close to da city" Dagon said.

Little Jhon warned.
"What's that over there Dagon?"

There were two bright posts in the horizon. Too far to see anything but Dagon said.
"Yo "sheeit! dere iz uh checkpoint wif two mrap wif .50 calibre machineguns on top turret. Uh line o' policemen, at least eight holding da traffic reviewing every `64 passing by. ah see also four patrols next ta da road." Ya' know what I'm sayin'?"

Vermin turn back and no one was following them. He said.
"Turn off the lights and get off the road. Now!"

Little Jhon did as instructed and they began a cross country trip from the 787 highway to the 84 at west. There was high grass and alot of irregularities in the terrain but the wagoneer was meant to cross this type of terrains with ease. While they were at it Vermine shove his head to the front of the vehicle with his eyes glowing in bright red and started to guide Little Jhon to avoid trees and other hazzards in pinch dark but still the high grass difficulted the visibility.

Eventually the wagoneer reached to another highway. Vermin's guidance was amazingly accurate and Dagon did his part as well, all these in pitch dark inside a tumbler with wheels. The tires found their way over the highway and kept moving now at normal speed.

Despite being a 4x4 vehicle the trip wasn't easy on the car. It had leafs and branches sticking here and there and now had noises that didn't before. Still it was moving forward, all they really care about.

Vermin eyes returned to normal and he laid back with a terrifying smile in his face. Dagon yelled happy and screamed loud like a texan cowboy. Little Jhon just smiled in silence while making nods of approval.

The troop could see New York ahead, not fifteen minutes away.

The wagoneer headed to New York City without more problems. *WELCOME TO THE BIG APPLE* could be read in a big sign next to the road. In the first turn the wagonner got right into the city. The troop started to get the feeling of success just by driving inside a Camarilla controlled city.

Vermin took his cellphone.
"Pierre, is Vermin. Where are you?"
"Where are in New York City, heading to The Bronx as instructed."
"Ok. We will wait for you in the warehouse. I'll find that entrance."
he hangs up.

"Something got out hand and they're at the ER fetching Jacob. They struggled with the police, its heavily militarized in here. He got staked to the chest in a car accident and was moved to the hospital.

They want us to wait in the warehouse. There's a way in by the sewers."

Eventually they got to the warehouse next to an old residential building. At the brink of the city limit in The Bronx.

Vermine order Little Jhon and Star to take the residential roof with long range weapons and Dagon to stay in the car, just in case. He will get in and wait for the other Pack.
"Keep your eyes open. I don't trust anyone here."

The residential building back alley had an emergency ladder that the Brujah managed to pull down with ease. They got on top of the building pretty quick, still what they saw by the building windows were empty rooms with traces of blood and stinching smell to rotten corpses. <This place was taken by The Sabbat, did they simply killed everyone?>

Star had seen alot already but baby craddles stained with blood and eldery appartment stormed by beasts really got her, deeply. Anyway, the top of the building did gave a complete perspective of the surroundings. The two pack members saw two nest for snippers, now empty but certainly an stronghold for the Sabbats when they were home. <Probably ghouls> LJ thought.

The night was quiet, not normal in a city like NYC. Not even dogs were barking in this part of the city. The surrounding was mostly industrial buildings, most of them already abandoned and the warehouse, probably an old factory of sorts.
"Luck for us this place is empty or we would have a shot in the head by now." Jhon said.

"Take your position."

A few minutes passed after the motorcyclist got inside the warehouse. LJ was instructed to hold their ground, per haps Vermin was smeling something fishy inside. Anyhow they had to stay put until further instructions from the Ducti.

When the pack came in Rebecca could see each of them. All caucasian: one big guy, punk chopper style; one very strong woman and another woman pet dressed as a doctor sitting with the big guy in the first bike. Then the other four guys, including a fifth still staked hanging in the back of the strong woman motorcyle. Nasty troope to hang out indeed, very much like a bunch of Dagons.

After a while strange thing begin to happend, from far laughters inside the warehouse to eventual gun fire, probably from a pistol, that in this silentful night were like scream calls to the 911 but no policemen came even close to this block. <Quite strange> Little Jhon thought.
"Hey bab' don't ya feel like this is a trap? This is too good to be true."

LJ opinion was certainly accurate. Why in a city so controlled there would be so much liberty to have a building full of dead people, gun fire in the middle of the night and still have no police presence, at all. More than strange seemed deliverate from the Camarilla but why?

A few minutes later a van not far away turned in a corner a block down, heading downtown, away from the warehouse, about 100 feet away from Dagon's car. The back doors opened and without further ado a gattling cyclic machinegun started fireing at Dagon, more than a hundred bullets per second stroke directly into the wine coloured wagoneer without making any sound, except for the almost impercetable impacts on the car surface with so much energy that went through without deflection. It was like hearing a heavy shower fall down, a lead rain.

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