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The dapper dressed fellow sat at an elegantly adorned table by the far bay widndow, quietly and nonchalantly nursing a bottle of imported red wine by himself.  He had just taken a sip from the crystal glass in his hand, an odd gold ring on his finger emblazzoned with occultic sigils, when the tall and slender Chinese woman sat before him, most unhappy to make his presence.

"God dammit, Nero, what is it?  You know I hate being disturbed this late!"  Mei snapped at him in a frantic yet hushed tone of voice.

Nero took another sip before answering in a graven whisper, his crystaline eyes showing a deep pang of concern, [color=ed1c24]"There's been another attack.
Judah was ambushed outside Sanguine, you know, the club on Fifth and Stoker."[/color]

"Yes, I know."  Said Mei.  "Tell me what happened!  Where's Judah?"

[color=ed1c24]"He's dead."[/color]  Bluntly Nero returned.  Mei felt her face grow cold, colder than it had been.  [color=ed1c24]"They burned him alive.  Holy water, we think.  We don't know if it was the hunters or those fucking Malkavians.  By Lucifer, Mei, you should have seen him.  The flesh was melting off his bones.  I finally had to put him out of his misery."[/color]

"Just spare me the gory details."  Mei uttered.  "Tell the coven we're under curfew.  No more going out after dark, until we find out who's responsible for these attacks.  Nero...I fear that war is afoot."