SeaTac, King County, WA<br/>23:18, April 1, 2018<br/><br/>It was raining in King County as the Lear Jet descended through the clouds towards the brightly illuminated outline of Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. Flight VC-217 bore Crown International corporate colours, but other than the two mortal men locked in the cockpit no-one aboard actually drew a Crown paycheck. Of course, neither were most of them alive in the strictest sense of the word. The interior was fitted out in the finest executive style, with new armchairs upholstered in a cream tinted leather with golden lining. The window shutters were mostly open, and in the pair of armchairs close to the main hatch sat an anxious-looking brunette in her thirties. Dressed in green and white shirt and pants she was visibly drawn. Every time he looked at her, she instinctively drew away from the tall and dangerous-looking male, and then she was also in constant attendance on the scrawny-looking girl between her and the window.<br/><br/>Crouching on her seat and staring out the window to be precise, principally oblivious to the other goings on aboard the plane. Both hands wrapped around the arm-rest, the strawberry blonde rocked back and forth in excitement and sang to herself, "Going down, going down, we're soaring through the skies. Tumbling down, falling down, killers, thieves and liars." She more she sang, the more excited she got and the harder she pulled on the leather-clad arm rest until it began to bend in her grip.<br/><br/>At the metallic protest the reserved raven-haired woman in the smart black suit finally looked up from her reading, rose and walked towards the older woman with her arms crossed in front of her. The sharp click of her heels on the floor, the cool and fixed gaze directly at her prey successfully distracted the woman from her other concerns and she looked fearfully up at her as Vivian Watts stood tapping her feed in front of her.<br/><br/>"Try to keep her in check, Mrs Wilson. If she pulls the plane apart while we're still in the air, this will be a long walk for all of us."<br/><br/>"Y-yes of course," the human ghoul blurted, taking the threatening subtext. Still ten thousand feet in the air, it would be a lot worse than a long walk. Disdaining her seatbelt for the moment, she turned and rubbed a hand down the girl's back. "May... hey May, come on now. Let go of the nice plane and let's strap in for landing, yeah?"<br/><br/>"Yes Mummy," the girl replied and blithely released the tortured steel and torn leather and sat back in her chair (still singing quietly) to be strapped in.<br/><br/>Once on the tarmac, the corporate jet taxied towards the customs area to be checked over for security - a journey that just<i>happened</i>to take them throuh a blacked out area of the taxiway near the western perimeter of the airport. Vivian had the forward hatch open in a flash, gesturing for the others to follow.<br/><br/>Whoever was monitoring arrivals in this city would know a Crown plane had arrived. They might even suspect some of the corporation's Camarilla ties, but human society would not have the opportunity to vet them and record who exactly had come to their fair city.<br/><br/>Who would be next off the plane, making their way quickly to the perimeter fence some twenty yards away?<br/><br/>[OOC: And we're go. If you're approved, feel free to post in at your convenience. I'm deliberately leaving some of the details open in case some players aren't ready to join us yet or we have one or two more we want to see. Yes, Vivian is "your Ventrue keeper" and liaison with the Prince of Chicago. She's not staying for long though, even if that all goes well.]