Book 1: A New Day

Misha crossed her arms and scowled. Great. The local leg-breaking thug came to collect her.
"He could come to me himself if he wants to talk to me, you know. Would have saved both of us a trip."

She knew she couldn't take Mark of the Red. Not even with her fancy new sword. Some day she might. Maybe she should just stop coming to this fucking place until then. Because for some fucking reason these assholes still thought she was their lapdog. It put her in a foul mood again. Still, she headed over to see the old fart to see what the fuck he wanted now..

"Not that that wasn't funny, Patrick, but I'm sorry I couldn't be more present to tell the story," Paul says knowing his role and rueing that he couldn't fulfill his part this time. "I've been really busy lately." Internally, he hopes that they haven't lost face in front of the sept.

Patrick flashes Paul a grin.

"With any luck, they won't try to make me do that crap every again."

Of course the big bad wolf didn't understand the nuance of human speak. Or, Misha thought, Red made a particular effort not to understand 'monkey talk.' Asshole.

Off to Hook Hand she went to see what was so fucking important now...

Man, here we go again. Why the fuck does he think I'm his little soldier?
Misha had made it abundantly clear she cared nothing for the Garou cause. The Sept had to repeatedly keep her from escaping, breaking bones to keep her in place and to forcefully teach her what Garou are and what they fought for. She had spit it back in their face time and time again. Vigilantes. Murderers. Monsters.

Nothing had changed. Misha was sure she was in enough trouble with the police as it was. Sneaking around a nuclear plant? Yeah, that was not going to fly well..
"Fuck no. I'm not your little trooper Hook Hand. Try Viktor. He seems to like kissing your ass."

"Yeah, newsflash captain Hook. I never killed anyone and I'm not going to start by killing some nuclear plant guards or some cops. I'm saving Toothpick for some idiot that comes looking for trouble with me 'cuz I've been in the slammer often enough to know I don't want to make it permanent. Do you have any fucking idea how many cameras and security there has to be around a place like that?"

"What's going on now?" Paul asks a bit naively. "We aren't here just to gossip, and I doubt anyone organized this gathering to share good news. That's kind of uncommon with the Garou, I think."

The atmosphere is less daunting than the last time they had a project a assigned to them, but there was still an ominous tone to it all that bothered him. Maybe he was just paranoid.

"OK Boomer. Oh what's that? Is that the nursing home calling? Grandpa, you gotta go back, you can talk to all the other old people about Vietnam."
Calling Misha 'child' was about as smart as sticking your hand in a wasp's nest and the result was as stinging as one might expect..

Does this asshole even listen to what I'm saying? Misha thought with thinly veiled annoyance. Clearly Hook was off in his own world.

Patrick will have to start investigating what -- or who -- is cutting into sales. He'll start by talking to former clients who aren't buying anymore, and see what they say.