For Sebastian:<br/>Helena listens quietly and attentively as Sebastian speaks. At his first pause, when he finishes speaking concerning werewolves, she nods.<strong>"Yes, Sebastian, ensure that all Tremere in the city, or at least those who are our allies, have the means to protect themselves from werewolves."</strong>She looks out the window for a moment, wistfully.<strong>"It would be much easier to use the werewolves as pawns if we knew that they posed little threat to us."</strong><br/><br/>She turns her attention back to Sebastian again.<strong>"If you find what triggered his near-outburst, you will be able to use that to your advantage. You wouldn't be a Tremere if you didn't intuitively understand that knowledge is always powerful if you know how to put it to use."</strong>Helena's eyes wander briefly around the interior, glancing idly out the windows of the moving limousine at the streetlights passing by.<strong>"Reyes is an interesting case. She is fiercely loyal to Vitel, and I suspect that she is blood bound to him. She can be influenced, but it would have to be so subtly that even someone as hypervigilant as she wouldn't notice it. Influencing her underling to influence her would probably be an effective way to do just that."<br/><br/>For Barir:<br/><strong>"You got it, man,"</strong> Art replies. When Barir asks about his history with the werewolves, he answers: <strong>"Damn, man, that's a long story. The whole mindset of the werewolves is complicated. They've got a different Creation story from the kindred, but it's an awful lot like the story a lot of old Gangrel tell. The way the werewolves tell it, they're eco-warriors, trying to fight off a spiritual enemy that tries to corrupt nature. Sounds cool, but the problem is that they say we smell like that enemy to them because we're unnatural. But how did I get on speaking terms instead of fighting terms with them? It wasn't easy, man. Their priorities and kindred priorities just don't go together, but then my priority has been peaceful coexistence with everybody for decades, man. It took a lot of work and a lot of negotiation between me and both sides of the fence, kindred and Garou, before I was able to keep all-out war from breaking out when the new packs came to town."</strong> <br/><br/>Barir hears Art take a long draw from what is probably a joint. <strong>"The Prince knows, and I don't know if he approves, but I think he's glad that the werewolves aren't too much trouble. He doesn't have to worry about them since I try to make sure that we stay out of their way and they stay out of ours. Who do you think told Monica Black about the werewolf movements easy of the city in the first place?"</strong> He laughs.<br/></strong><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Suddenly he sees the black SUV pull around, and quickly says, "Forgive me, I have pressing matters to attend to. As I said, please inform me of any new developments."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"No problem, man. Talk to you later."</strong><br/><br/>Sheriff Sofia Reyes nods at Barir.<strong>"Sabbat sounds likely, but then why would there only be one victim? There were three young women there, but the Sabbat only chose one?"</strong>The two of them walk into the City Morgue and are stopped briefly by the night shift clerk, an old woman in a heavy sweater.<br/><br/>"Are you two the FBI agents the Coroner said would be on their way?"<br/><br/><strong>"Yes. Is he back there?"</strong>Sheriff Reyes replies.<br/><br/>"Sure is. Go on back," the old woman says.<br/><br/>Walking back toward the morgue, Sheriff Reyes says<strong>"The Coroner is a ghoul of mine. He gives me the heads up whenever something he sees points to kindred."</strong>They goes through the large double doors into the morgue and they see a skinny, bald white man who appears to be in his forties wearing a set of scrubs and a clear face mask, standing near an examination table, on which is the corpse of a young blonde woman, covered from the waist down with a white sheet.<br/><br/>Sheriff Reyes greets the man briefly, then is quickly down to business. The Coroner begins pointing out the injuries. "As you can see, there are a few human-like bite wounds to the neck which punctured the common carotid artery, which we might expect if a kindred were to kill a human. What is unusual, though, is the bruising in the anterior of the neck, the broken hyoid bone and crushed trachea."<br/><br/><strong>"What's unusual about that?"</strong>Sheriff Reyes asks.<br/><br/>"It means that if a kindred fed from this woman, they first clamped down hard enough on her neck to cause her to suffocate. If it weren't for the kindred bite pattern, I would have to say that this was a classic big cat attack, especially considering the multiple lacerations which closely match the spread of a mountain lion's claws. Given the partial exsanguination, and the fact that there wasn't enough blood at the crime scene to add up to the total of about 8 pints for a woman this size, I'd definitely say that this was kindred, just with a method of attack that isn't common."<br/><br/>Sheriff Reyes looks to Barir.<strong>"What do you think of this thus far?"</strong>