Veronica's sire studies The Guy. "He's human, alright. But you're not the first vampire he's met. The circles we move in, sometimes that happens. He doesn't even know, far as I can tell. But better to cut and run, in case his old friend comes back."
She pauses, and goes over to brush past The Guy.
"On second thought, go for it. I know who it is and let's mess up her evening."
The coterie meets to discuss their next move.
"So, these snake guys are working with a cartel..." Billy says.
"A big cartel," Hall adds.
"So what do we do?" Karen asks. "I mean, we can't call the vampire cops. Right?"
"Actually..." Veronica says.
Everyone looks at her.
"LA is a free city, but you go a hundred miles and it's still Camarilla territory. And we might not like creepy vampires running loose, but they really don't like them cutting into their profits."
Karen bites her lip. "So, what, we narc them out to the vampire feds?"
"This is their job."
Hall shakes his head. "No. We deal with this."
"So, how...?"
And cut to:
Veronica leading a coke dealer out the back of a club...
Hall taking a sawn-off shotgun to a stash house...
Billy stealing a car outside an Italian restaurant...
Karen looking down through a skylight at a truck being unloaded in an apparently unused warehouse...
The dealer running from Veronica...
Hall chasing down the dealer who last tried to rob Billy...
Billy bringing the car to a chop shop...
Karen dropping on a courier...
"Okay. They should be pissed off by now..." Billy says as Karen empties the courier's case into a trash can fire.
"So now we just wait for the snake cult to come and get us." Veronica pauses. "Put like that, was this a good idea?"
...
When vampires decide to pay attention to mortals, you don't want to be the mortals.
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