For Barir:<br/>Sheriff Sofia Reyes eyes him for a moment before her expression softens.<strong>"Now, we wait for everyone to leave, which never takes long once the Harpies are gone. Most of these kindred are only here to keep up appearances anyway. They leave when they don't have an audience anymore. Once they're gone, we can leave and let the ghouls who run this place lock up and take care of any cleanup."</strong><br/>Apparently she was right, and within twenty minutes of the Harpies' exit, the rest of the kindred have left. The Sheriff gives a nod to a man in a black suit, who Barir knows to be one of Vitel's ghouls, and he leaves, preparing the building to be locked down for the night.<br/><strong>"If you're just itching for something to do, take a few kindred with you and go investigate a death in the woods near the Rock Creek Park. I read about it in the paper last night. They're calling it an animal attack, but something about it isn't sitting right with me. If you need morgue access, give me a call. There are a handful of things it could be other than an animal, and all of them put us at risk."</strong>She folds her arms across her chest.<strong>"There's always something going wrong around here. The key is nipping the little problems in the bud before they become big problems."</strong><br/><br/>For Norman:<br/>The walk is uneventful. When Norman arrives near the Watergate Complex, he spots the large exit of a storm drain just on the outskirts of the complex. Heading inside, he hears a few steps coming from inside the storm drain. A few seconds later, he sees the glow of a smartphone screen reflected off of a black jacket with an individual walking toward him. When the figure gets close enough that Norman can look under the hood of the jacket, he realizes that he's looking right into the face of a Guy Fawkes mask.<br/>Norman has run into Freddie before, and he always wears the same type of clothing each time. Fitted black gloves, a black coat with a hood, black turtleneck, black jeans, and knee-high black goth boots with multiple buckles up their length, along with a Guy Fawkes mask, never showing an inch of skin. The difference is that this time, his coat appears to be new.<br/><br/><strong>"Norman, my man, thanks for coming out. I thought you might be in the area. Tell me, how hard would it be for you to get me a copy of some high quality encryption and decryption software? Not the market-legal bullcrap. I'm talking about the state-of-the-art, 'state secret' stuff that the rest of us aren't supposed to know about."</strong><br/><br/>He puts his smart phone in his pocket and the light dims, though there's still enough light coming into the tunnel from outside to provide no challenge to the eyes of kindred.