<strong>Amanda </strong><br/><br/>Anton grunted something in a language she didn’t understand and stalked past her, never breaking stride. The two men turned to Amanda when she walked up, in perfect unison. “What’s up.” The younger, an African American dressed in a grey sweater and jeans, gave her a slight nod.  The other was more forthcoming. Draping an arm over Amanda’s shoulder, he dealt her a sidelong grin. “I’m Mike, and this tough guy is Labron. Don’t mind him. His bark is worse than his bite. It’s a pleasure to meet you Amanda.” Together they swerved into the main meeting room.<br/><div align="center">(http://www.mardya.com/images/elysium.jpg)</div><br/>Several kindred were already present. Amanda knew several of them. Daddy was sitting at one of the tables. With him was a young Ventrue by the name of Sietze Huisman. On the table between was a chessboard with a game in play. Two pawns and a knight had been moved. It was black’s turn.<br/><br/>Daddy looked up when Amanda entered. A smile curved as he noted the symmetry of one man flanking her on either side. He gave a small nod of approval and lowered his gaze to the board. Sietze followed the elder’s gaze and waved to Amanda.<br/><br/>A man all dressed in black stood alone. His gaze rested briefly on the new arrivals, but there was a faraway, distant quality in that look as if his attention was tuned elsewhere.<br/><br/>Two of the Gangrel, Lliam and Rowdy Hayes, looked out of place, as they sprawled in two comfortable seats near the large windows with little heed to decorum. “She’ll be here”, Rowdy said. Lliam scowled and put his cell phone away.<br/><br/>“Better be.” He didn’t look at the lone figure clad in black. He didn’t have to.<br/><br/>“She’ll be here.” Rowdy repeated, reassuringly and Lliam slumped in his chair. “Yeah.”<br/>