Avi Weizman (May 29, 2011 10:36:48 PM)
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Carla Martinez (May 29, 2011 10:36:56 PM)
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Avi Weizman (May 29, 2011 10:38:15 PM)
After they'd hung up and Carla had given Avi the address, the Toreador's vehicle was arriving quickly. The back held the two dogs, with one Ghoul in the middle... while the front held Avi driving and the other Ghoul in the passenger seat. All four drove along towards her Warehouse with a wary eye leveled upon the streets.

Carla Martinez (May 29, 2011 10:41:25 PM)
*Carla lent against the door frame of the warehouse, the door itself only creaked open a little, enough for her to look through and watched the streets beyond. The street light on the other side of the road flickered slightly, causing the usually unshaken Brujah jump with a start before cursing at herself. As she watchd Avi's van slow she wrapped her arms about her waist, shoving the door with her foot to open it a little wider*

Avi Weizman (May 29, 2011 10:43:02 PM)
*Vehicle slid to a halt, and Avi slid into motion, heading towards her door. The Ghouls exited the van and moved towards, waiting should they be required. The Toreador skirted into the propped open door and glanced 'round inside, curiously at Carla.* You look like shit. Relax, it'll be fine.

Carla Martinez (May 29, 2011 10:46:58 PM)
*She shook her head a little, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her shorts, her unlaced boot swinging slightly* I'd feel better if you hadn't come out here Avi... *She looked up at him, pressing her lips together softly. The warehouse was a wrech, water damage from the flood still evident, piles of rubble dotted about, and in the top right corner a small porta-cabin had been set up* I don't want you to ... be in anymore danger than you need to be...

Avi Weizman (May 29, 2011 10:49:36 PM)
Me. Be in danger. *He growled something nominally primal that caused her bones to rattle, before looking over the Brujah's home.* I'm the Scourge of this city, and I don't work alone as its last one did. You'll be safer if there's a half dozen individuals in one Haven, and well protected. That, and you stand in a position of unique knowledge and understanding. What's up in that noggin is needed. *He leaned forward and touched her brow, before gesturing to the room.* Too big, too much to watch. Get your shit, you're coming back with me. Five minutes, Carla. Come on.

Carla Martinez (May 29, 2011 10:53:58 PM)
*She shook her head as she looked up at him* Avi I can't do that... *She pressed her lips together again, watching him for several minutes before forcing out a sigh. Muttering something about fucking Toreador's and their neat freakishness she moved towards the portacabin, pulling the door open harshly. Stuffing a bag with a clean set of clothes, she grabbed the laptop and her weapons before making her way back, her jacket covering her up for the most part now and a file clutched in her grip* Ok.. I'm ready.....

Avi Weizman (May 29, 2011 10:56:17 PM)
*He gave a soft grunt of approval at her quick movements, nodding the way out. There was a quick glance over the remainder of things in the room, to be sure none would hint where she was headed. When Carla moved outside, the two male and two canine ghouls turned to nod at her presence. Avi spoke from behind her, locking the door.* You have a vehicle?

Carla Martinez (May 29, 2011 10:59:07 PM)
*She shook her head a little* Not here no... And their hardly inconspecuos... *She wrinkled her nose slightly, before offering a little nod in return to his ghouls. Leaning her head down slightly she rest her chin on the edge of her file, before glancing back towards Avi* That lock don't work properly Avi, don't worry about it. If they want in, they'll get in...

Avi Weizman (May 29, 2011 11:03:21 PM)
Then we've got all we need. Get in the van. *Avi nodded towards the vehicle, where the four Ghouls got in ahead of time, towards the back. The front seats were left vacant for the pair of Kindred. Avi opened the door for Carla, of course, as it might net him ass later on. Or a glimpse thereof as she climbed into the caravan. He skirted back to his side and slid into the driver's seat, kicking the vehicle off... while shaking his head.* You're going to sit there and tell me I shouldn't be involved, when you're our sole witness who can identify the abductors, and your goddamned Haven doesn't even have a working lock on it. Christ, Carla.

Carla Martinez (May 29, 2011 11:09:48 PM)
*She glanced out her window as they went, her hands still gripping the folder before her as she listened to his words* There's no point in locks Avi, I had locks and dead bolts and christ knows what else in my last place and they still got in and waited for me to get back from work. *She pushed a lock of hair behind her ear as she looked to him, pressing her lips together as her eyes moved easily over him before glancing down at her hands* I honestly didn't think that you'd come.... Folks usually just laugh what I say off. Think I'm crazier than the Malkavian's at times I swear it...

Avi Weizman (May 29, 2011 11:11:35 PM)
Even what the Lunatics say has merit sometimes. *He gave a bit of a grin, turning the vehicle back towards his place in the Garden District. Shoulders rolled as the Toreador drove just below the speed limit, as per the norm. He glanced occasionally to her, but all in all maintained that sort of heightened state of awareness that you'd expect to see on someone with a Soldier nature.*

Carla Martinez (May 29, 2011 11:15:07 PM)
*She nodded her head a little, but otherwise kept quiet and her eyes moving between her hands and the road before them. She was awkward sat there next to him, pulling at her shorts from time to time, attempting to steal a secret glance at him before glancing out the side window again* ... Thanks Avi... *She said after a time, her voice little but a whisper*

Avi Weizman (May 29, 2011 11:17:17 PM)
No problem. Like I'd complain having you in my home? It's like having a glass case marked break in the case of Sabbat Emergency, or Sexual Frustration. *He gave a laugh, a deep grin, and slid his hand onto her inner thigh as the other maintained pace on the wheel. It wasn't long until they were out of the Ninth Ward, and approaching his flat in the Garden District, nicer areas coming up.*

Carla Martinez (May 29, 2011 11:21:27 PM)
*She gently looped her fingers in with his, her thumb caressing his as she let out a slight sigh* It's hardly an Emergency though Avi, that's just it. They knew I left the beach that night, that I ran away... But they've not come for me. They've taken everyone -but- me... The more i think about it the more things point to me because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.... *she glanced out the window again, over the nicer buildings and area's with a slight smile* It's nice over here...

Avi Weizman (May 29, 2011 11:24:05 PM)
Doesn't matter. You're too important to everything to drop. To let remain in a place that's unsecure, all by yourself. But like I said, there's certain merits of having you around. Obviously. And we'll both be safer if we're around eachother for the next few nights, just until this is settled, ya dig? *He squeezed her thigh, and the Ghouls in the back were mostly paying mind to themselves and the smells of the evening. Avi turned into a parking garage and headed up to his spot, after passing a guard out front.*

Carla Martinez (May 29, 2011 11:27:29 PM)
*She glanced to him, again her eyes moving easily over him, She wasn't sure if she should be offended or smiling though.* I can look after myself Avi... I've just not had a moment's free time to sit down and sort out the warehouse yet..... You'd think in the almost six months since I got it I'd have done something productive with it..

Avi Weizman (May 29, 2011 11:29:15 PM)
You can look after yourself? Carla, quit fucking bullshitting me. The goddamned Prince couldn't look after himself. You think you're going to fare better? Be realistic and stop being so motherfucking headstrong. I love it, but not when it's applied to circumstances like this. *He leaned over the center console and kissed her briskly on the mouth, after the van had parked. Avi slid out with precision and speed, circling around to the other side to open her door along with the one for the Ghouls.*

Carla Martinez (May 29, 2011 11:34:28 PM)
*She blinked slightly as he kissed her, watching his get out she closed her eyes and shook her head slightly to herself. As her door was opened her eyes met his again as she slipped out, pulling her bag with her and still clutching hold of that damned file.* Avi... I .... *She stopped herself, shaking her head once again* I have some pictures... Like I said, two I know, one I don't. *She wavedd the file a little moving out the way and hip bumping the door closed once again*

Avi Weizman (May 29, 2011 11:37:20 PM)
We'll go over them inside, after we wake. We can't get shit done this close to dawn. Carla, relax. Stop fucking stressing, we'll be fine. *He paused and closed the distance to her, gripping the woman by the shoulders as she stood before him. The Israeli tilted his bald brow to hers and looked her in the eyes, seething a sort of calm, casual indifference into her the best he could.* Relax. We're going to be fine. We'll get this settled, and if shit hits the fan, we'll weather it. That's why you're here. *He chirped the alarm and headed to the elevator, with the Ghouls following up behind. The flat was quaint and quiet, a bit less overzealous than Avi was, but easily defended.*

Carla Martinez (May 29, 2011 11:42:28 PM)
*She glanced around as they went in, biting her lips together as she did so. Pulling her cellphone out her back pocket she frowned and rolled her eyes, turning it off and tossing it on a side. She kept close to Avi though, not wanting to get in the way, but now she was somewhere safe she felt even more awkward. She knew he was right, she just didn't want to admitt it to herself* I don't mean to be a pain in the ass Avi... I'll stop stressin'.... But I can't exactly help it... If' I've not got something to worry about I'll do somethin' stupid that'll mean you get to almost chop me up into bits again

Avi Weizman (May 29, 2011 11:47:27 PM)
Just keep your damned head on straight. Relax, go with the flow. And when the moment deems necessary, strike. Jockeying for power's only served to smack you down, so quit. Lay low. Right? Do what you're good at, as I am. Eliminating threats, bringing them in, and relaying the information you have. [ Make a forum post maybe, FPM'ing Del to give the goahead on it for the information Carla has? ] *Avi gestured to the bed, which was in a spot with no windows of course. The entire flat lacked them, one of those ones that was nestled within the core of the building, netting cheap rent and no chance for sunlight or neighbors not hearing. Furniture was sparse and spartan, with a desk and laptop to one side, a more sumptuous bed off in a partitioned corner, and two twin beds with dog beds beneath them nearer to the entrance. There was a fridge and a microwave, a bathroom, and -nothing- else.*

Carla Martinez (May 29, 2011 11:55:23 PM)
*She put the laptop on the desk, reluctantly placing the file on top of it and dropped her bag at her feet. She glanced around before her eyes moved between him and the bed. Bitting the inside of her cheek she gave a little nod at his words* I have been... Not a peep from little me, fuckin' Angel you might say.... *With no file in her hands, they found themselves wrapped about her waist again, and her eyes wandered over the rest of the apartment* Take away the Mircowave, add the smell of damp and a pile of cushion and throws and I feel like I'm in the warehouse again..... And maybe knock off a few feet...

Avi Weizman (May 29, 2011 11:59:24 PM)
*He nodded and gestured to the bed, 6:15AM rolling in. The Ghouls moved to take a seat near the door on their beds, discussing the finer nuances of combat with one another while giving the dogs they held scritches on the neck and throat. The two men appeared to be uninterested in the fact that their Hedonistic Domitor, to whom they were bound, invited a woman into his bed. Though Avi stripped down and slid under the sheets quietly, falling asleep quick-like. So much for funtime.*