<strong>Lance VanZant, Tremere Primogen</strong><br/><br/>Lance stared at the files and papers on his desk for a moment, taking particular note of the recent reports from the R&D group of Grimstone Arms and their latest projects.<br/><br/>Lance picked up the phone on the desk and called the front desk. "Have my car ready in 10 minutes."  Lance didn't bother waiting for a response, he hung the phone up, knowing that the staff would do as he asked.  They better anyways...he did pay the night staff a "fair" amount more for their "cooperation" with his ways.<br/><br/>Ten minutes later after locking the door to the Presidential suite, Lance walked down the hallway towards the elevator.  As he waited for the elevator, he pulled out his cell phone and thumbed through his contact list.  He dialed the "daytime CEO" of VanZant Enterprises, his trusted protector of his business interests; Henry Mitchell.<br/><br/>"Usual place, half hour.  Oh and these reports you sent me, they are promising but have they said when yet?"<br/><br/>"I'm afraid not.  Tests are being conducted, but of course since the teams have no idea what the purpose for the design really is...it may take some time to get the design to suitable combat specs." Henry replied.<br/><br/>"Very well.  Still we should go over a few things as usual.  So see you in thirty minutes." And with that, Lance hung up and tucked his phone back into his jacket pocket.<br/><br/>The Westin La Cantera was fairly large, and his suite was a fair distance from the lobby but it made little difference as Lance wasn't concerned with being rushed.  So he walked through the halls after stepping off the elevator, and nodded to the front desk manager as he walked out the front entrance.  He also handed the doorman a $100 bill, as he walked past.  It was a normal evening around the hotel, at least nothing seemed out of the ordinary.  Of course nothing ever did, and at times things did have a way of happening...but for now it was "business" as usual.<br/><br/>His car, along with his driver was waiting for him as requested.  Lance smirked to himself, granted his driver was just hired help...but he had his uses and was expendable for that matter.  "Good evening, Mr. VanZant."  the driver said as he opened the door to the awaiting black Cadillac STS.  Lance gave a slight nod as he got in.<br/><br/>"Twilight's Kiss, as usual.  I have a late business meeting of sorts with Henry in thirty minutes."<br/><br/>"Of course, Mr. VanZant." the driver said as he closed the door.  Within a matter of minutes the car was speeding through the streets towards its destination.