<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Norman Black</strong></span>, Nosferatu<br/><br/>"Among our kind there are many who would disdain the thought of getting their hands dirty with something as common as money. Luckily not all of us have had the luxury of compounding interest over three hundred years. I think, Ingrid, that we may be able to come to an extremely satisfactory arrangement. It's a form of magic, if you will. Transforming paper into... nothing. Just bits in the machine. Once you're in there, you can do anything you want, anything at all. It's just going from the physical world to the pretend one that's a pain in the ass, pardon my language."<br/><br/>"A charity might do the trick," he agreed with Altagracia, "but they're also much more heavily scrutinized than they used to be. I wouldn't jump to that conclusion just yet. Have you had much experience with these things, Altagracia? I have a few friends who specialize in this kind of magic trick, and I would be more than happy to contact them. Ingrid, how can I best get in touch with you? There will be details to hash out, arrangements to be made. Is this 'truck' a singular object, or should we expect more of them to show up from time to time?"<br/><br/>Norman took mental notes as the discussion continued, filing away details in his computer-like brain. Despite his affinity for the electronic world there were some things best stored away in his own bit of gray meat. If someone cracked that open to get to his secrets then he'd be dealing with bigger problems.<br/><br/>"Oh, and I suppose I should ask," he brought up, as if just thinking of it. "Are any others of our unique little family involved in this scheme? And if not, would they be unhappy to find out about it?"<br/>