Tosh sat in the balcony as Eriko gave her speech. He couldn't help but smile at her veiled threats sounding almost pirate-like. Ahh the good ole days, he thought to himself. He watched as one of Eriko's men brought in the prince's bodyguard. The head fell of the vamp and Eriko smoked, he nearly laughed at the casualness of it. He made a mental note not to mess with that guy ever, he may be closer to the beast than even he realized and of all the clans out there Gangrel's definitely knew the beast.

As her speech concluded Tosh realized it was once again time to pick a side in the conflict, even though he tried playing both sides in most conflicts, the fact that , Eriko, one of his oldest friends was in the Camarilla meant that his hands were tied in this instance. War and conflict had never been something that he shied away from and he wouldn't begin now. He watched her leave the building and knew she was headed to her mansion for another meeting. 

Tosh exited the building carefully and entered a storm drain. It was always quicker to travel underground, their wasn't any prying eye or dirty looks as he passed. He moved quickly through the tunnels and arrived at a manhole cover that was only a block or so from the mansion. He climbed out carefully and walked quickly to her house. A man dressed as he in a nice neighborhood like this would stand out like a sore thumb, the sooner he was inside was better. He circled the house quickly and came to a side entrance that was used mostly for hired help, gardeners etc. Eriko and he had decided that it would be best for him not to use the front entrance. 

As he stepped inside he recognized a few of the older antiques in the house, and couldn't help but smile at the memory of their "acquisition."