The mortician watched the three in the backseat and the one as the questions came in, one of them was actually worth answering but the one about taxes, the woman decided to ignore. Though the question about why they were there was a fairly decent one. She turned around in her seat to face forward as she fished through her pocket and produced her cell phone a few minutes later,<br/><br/>"Let me find out," She began as she started dialing the keypad beneath the screen after flipping it open, "Oh, any old friends, co-workers or relatives you have on your speed dial list, delete them. Whether you like it or not, you've been severed from every connection you used to have."<br/><br/>The dial tone rang a couple times before someone with a Brooklyn accent answered,<br/><br/>"Hey Vee, sweetheart. What are you callin' me for?" Came the voice from the phone, Vivianne was quick to respond,<br/><br/>"Don't call me Vee or Sweetheart, Mercurio. You know why I'm calling, I'm in the middle of nowhere in a warehouse district in Santa Monica. What am I supposed to be doing with the four childer I have in my car?"<br/><br/>"Oh right right, well y'see... A shipment came in awhile ago from Europe and your types thinks it might have some sorta, valuable artifact in a crate. So, go see the closing shift guy about a box with the shipment number I'm about to text you."<br/><br/>"What about the Sabbat? If they've gotten wind-..."<br/><br/>"Don't worry about the Sabbat sweetheart, this whole thing is real quiet-like."<br/><br/>"Right..." She closed the phone and sighed softly as the text made her phone vibrate in her hand. Opening it and examining the serial code given to her, "Apparently we're here to play fetch."<br/><br/>With that, she opened her door and stepped out of the car, waiting for the others to get out before closing it. Once they had, she would press the metal lock knob down and swing the door shut. Heading to the warehouse door she tested the doorknob, to which it turned compliantly. Evidently whoever was working her was expecting them.<br/><br/>Heading inside, leaving the door open for the other four, she examined her surroundings. The center of the warehouse was shelves upon shelves of boxes going perpendicular to the walls, and two grate walkways with stairs leading up to them ten or so feet away from either side of her. The loading must have been in the back. And of course, at the far end of the warehouse where the two metal grate walkways met was a small box office with windows overlooking the whole thing.<br/><br/>"Come inside, I've got your box waiting right up here." Came a voice over the loudspeakers in the containment facility. Vivianne blinked a few times and made her way up to the office, as she got closer she could see a figure in the windows surrounded by the light. Someone was definitely expecting them.<br/><br/>Clanking and clacking her way along the metal walkway until she opened the cheap wooden door that didn't even have a latch, it was more or less just there for appearance's sake, she waited for the other four to file in behind her if they chose to do so.<br/><br/>"So you're the group they sent to collect this, huh?" The man was young, with a full beard wearing a reflective vest and a hardhat, a standard warehouse worker. He had bags under his eyes to show his lack of sleep, possibly an insomniac.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>