Valentina and Vauldis heard gunshots and screams at their backs. Belka led them through muck filled alleys and cold dead city pastures; when they reached the north eastern edge of town, just outside of the Brujah-Gangrel border, they got onto a military carriage and rode off into Garou territory.

The threat of the Garou was in the air only to be enhanced by a rapidly approaching dawn. Fear set in on all riders some expressed it more than others. Belka as stoic as stone turned to Valentina and Vauldis.

[i][b]“Be ready. We are almost there.” 
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The carriage stopped in front a bunker. Belka rushed the gangrel and ravnos into the dark concrete hole, closed the door and locked it with a heavy clank. 

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Day time inched near and hunger had sat in.  A small puff of life shivered in the corner of the frozen hideout. It was a miserable bony youth covered in mangy furs. The frightened lamb tried in vain to retreat into the corner of the bunker.