<strong>Name:</strong>Tim McCallum<br/><strong>Place: </strong>Roland Apartments, Prospect Heights, Brooklyn.<br/><br/>Tim had been up since the disc of the sun had pushed down the horizon.  He always woke up right as the sun went down- even though he'd been assured that would wear off in time.  Well, "In time" had kind of a special meaning that it didn't before- when you had the potential to live forever, "In due time" could easily be measured in centuries.  And, given all of that time, he really had the time to access the most powerful force in the universe: compound interest.  Not that he was really going to just let the year click by- it was just too easy to make money, after all.<br/><br/>Oddly enough, Tim's- well hobby, really, even if it used to be his job- wasn't the sort of thing his newish vampire friends appreciated.  Not that didn't stop coming to him, asking for a loan here or there, or for him to talk to certain person, or just figure out why the electricity wasn't working somewhere anymore. Apparently, being Sabbat meant you didn't have to pay the electric bill or talk to ConEd, until you had to.  Well, as long as he was willing to do that, for now, he could stay alive- notalive?- another night or two.<br/><br/>The alarm on his computer beeped. He threw a couple more trades into motion on the Nikkei- even though the bubble had burst years ago, there were still deals to be made- and headed down to his car.<br/><br/><strong> Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage </strong><br/><br/>Thankfully, the place had its own parkinglot, and Tim pulled the car into it, behind the razorwire-topped chainlink fence.  Kifah- who was, more or less, the boss, as far as anyone had really explained things to Tim, was already there, in the harsh yellow of the sodium lights keeping the place illuminated.  Tim climbed out of his car- a few years old Mercedes sedan, which, if you knew what to look for, was one of the lower end models- you mostly paid for the badge with that one.  Kifah seemed.. distracted, so Tim lounged back against the trunk, waiting to see what developed for the moment.