Name: Tim McCallum<br/>Location:  The Bronx, specifically at  Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage<br/>Tagged: Kifah, Tariq, open<br/><br/>Tim gave it a good, old-fashioned ponder for a moment, leaning against a nearby car as the two Assamites did their back and forth dance.  Was this going to be his future, always wrestling and peakcocking for dominance with a bunch of blood-drinking things?  Well, it was what it was.  Maybe, one of these days- nights, one of these nights- he'd find his way to fit in with them.  They had to have a middle management, somewhere.<br/><br/>Once they calmed down, Tim proceeded.  "Well, there's been some movement on the future's contracts in..." they were already bored. "Someone's moving a lot of money around in the markets- do we have any influence or friends invested in Longchamps Investor Funds or that bank?  It's set up that, if certain things break a certain way, they'll lose a pile of money."  There was one other thing, but it seemed a little outside of the ken of these sorts. Still, report everything.  "I've also heard there's going to be some sort of big artistic happening in a couple of nights.  It's supposed to be a secret, but it needs an audience, so they have to say something to the right people.  Ever hear of Anita van Gursten?  She's supposed to be one of the big art patrons on the other team- she may be involved, if anyone wants to bother doing some digging."