Ventrue risky business (SPOILER)

A black armored mercedez limousine went into Magadon Inc quarters in Brooklyn, the basement was badly illuminated some of the roof lights were flashing on and off, casting some strange shadows with menacing shapes all around. The car stopped in front of a very modern elevator in very bad shape, where two heavily armed guards were waiting to open the car door open and receive the VIP guest.

The elevator opened inmediately after the car arrival, letting out two men, one of them very high at least 6'4'' skinny and black as hell, the other one latin judgin by the tan colour of his skin, green eyes and thick lips. The first man was wearing a very elegant satinated gray suit with diamond and gold cufflinks and tie holder, he was completely bald and his eyes seemed very yellowish if not by the black the color of his skin because of the excesive amount of nicotine in his system that reeked even from the car air conditioner environment. The second bad ragged jeans, mohican electric blue hair a deathmetal shirt under a very fancy suit jacket and bow tie without a shirt neck to support it.

One of the security guard opened the door for the kindred that emerged from the limousine looking around, followed by another just as elegant and well dressed as the first.

The two men arrived just in time. The elegant black guy said with a heavy english accent.
"Welcome Lord Ellison, Primogen Hart.

Director Stocelli is lookforward to meet you at his office."

Benjamin Hart Ventrue Primogen said.
"Thank you Mr. Blackpool. We came as soon as possible, please lead the way, we won't want to keep Director Stocelli waiting."

The kindred were scorted through the Magadon, Inc building right into the luxurious Director's office at the 75th floor. The mirror like floors made in polished black obsidian in contrast with the gray granite of the walls with several steel appliances made the room quite dark but still marvelous to watch.

The room had two ambients, one with an pure white ivory alabaster desk, that might have required a hundred elephants to die for it, with light gray beaver fur chairs. The second space had a long meeting desk with several chairs in front of a giant TV screen. The entire room had indirect lights casting strange shadows in some corners.

Gregory and Benjamin walked in leaving behind their escourts.

Stocelli was sitting behind his desk and stood up to receive his guests.
"Welcome Kindreds of the Camarilla!"

His loud voice made an unsettling echo, reverberating from the walls, casting an eerie effect on the vampires.

He smirks and continues.
"Thank you for assisting to this meeting, please take a sit."

Benjamin hated to deal with this mortals, although he wasn't sure to what he was dealing with. It was the first time for Gregory to join him and the room was surely feeding on his fear from the moment they got into the maw of Magadon. The Primogen said.
"Director Stocelli, please let me introduce you to Lord Gregory Eliison, a dear friend and trusted ally."

Stocelli shaked Gregory's hand with a strong grip, even to an Elder Ventrue.
"Lord Ellison, I'm glad you were able to join us, please take a sit." the creature said repeating himself.

Both kindreds sat down while Gregory was still resenting the creature's grip on his hand, increasing the already freaking sensation he had since his arrival. There was something really wrong about this place, even Hart's warming about it wasn't enough to understand it a priori.

The Director sat down on his side of the desk and said.
"I have some information about some recent events in the Overthrown Project.

The Raid was a success, one of our Black Spiral Dancers made it to the Chess Club and your Plan with Matheus worked wonderfully. We have already replaced some of their ghouls with our assets, the fleshcrafters are indeed amazing to mold someone to a better shape." He laughts.

Benjaming smiles.
"Director Stocelli Matheus is a very powerful and influential kindred in the Sabbat, an infiltration specialist of sorts. I imagine that after piercing the Gangrel Gate this was a walk in the park for him.

The next step is to crush that Chess Club, removing Valentine from the game is also pulling the carpet under Bright's feet, sort of speak. That's enough to make him reconsider."

Stocelli replied.
"Very well I'm giving the order then." he takes the phone while Benjamin and Gregory smiled greatly waiting for the news about the destruction of the Chess Club.

The Director lifted the phone and made a call telling whomever on the other side to start the operation but with some strange words like 'rave', 'truck' and 'dancers'. Specially for Gregory who was new at this collaboration with PENTEX, a knew nothing about the werewolf's culture and their folklorical names.

Director Stocelli said to the always Masquerade enforcers kindreds of the Camarilla.
"We have taken some measures to keep our operation outside of unwanted attention. Sadly a gasoline truck will crush into the Albany's electrical substation, leaving half of the city in the dark. Meanwhile, we have prepared a rock concert, heavy metal to be precise, that will generate a lot of noise both figuratively and literally; also we've blocked the incoming roads with military like vehicles, to divert all traffic from the area. As you can see, we've done our part, planning some surprises to make the police busy tonight.

I hope you've made yours Lord Benjamin, I'm sure the local media might find appealing to go investigate the suspicious activities being carried in the Chess Club."

Hart said.
"Of course Director, the Albany Press Society is having a conference at the moment financed by one of my companies, it is massive and all media from the city are invited. The remaining might be distracted by the decoys you've already deployed and if any left I'm sure your checkpoints would divert them."

Stocelli smiles greatly and said.
"Very good! Now Primogen I need a favor from you."

Hart acknowledges politely and the Director continues.
"There's a shipment comming to NYC tonight, I need you to take care of this cargo. Most of our assets are commited in the Chess Club operation and we need your contacts with the Snakes and other creatures of the harbor to make it dissapair and of course reappear safetily in a set delivery point."

Benjamin dares to ask.
"May I ask, what is the nature of this shipment Director?"

Victor Stocelli replied leaning forward and closer to the vampire and with a very nasty, scary voice he said
"No of your fucking problem, you piece of shit! If something happends to that shippment you'll have nothing to worry about the Camarilla or the Prince anymore. Got it?"

Hart and Ellison flinched back into their chairs. They were definetely not used of being addressed that way. The sudden rupture in the protocol let them baffed.

Victor continued back to normal, leaning back in his chair
"That would be all. Blackpool will give you that details.

Have a good night."

Offended by the rude manners of the Director, Hart assested how much he had invested into this. Just now the fence had close for him, he was now trapped. Without a word he stood up and left.