Sunlight doused the dead city of L.A. its golden light highlighting the ghost town. Void of human life save for the Nahash who operated at the docks, it was a reminder of what Katelyn had helped bring on humanity. She was 8 stories up, her legs dangling over the edge of a room, whose walls had been blown away on the day of the attack, a cigarette hanging from her mouth, a hip flask in her hand.
It wasn’t the first time she had found herself up here, trying to drown her conscience with alcohol, and it would probably be the last. She looked down between her dangling legs. She could just jump, and be done with it all. She sucked in a deep breath of smoke and looked up releasing it as she did. What would be the point? It wouldn’t bring anyone back. It wouldn’t absolve her of her sins.
There was only one way she could rid herself of this burden and that was to get the Chthon back. But how? She had no Intel, no means of getting Intel, taking on the Chthon's needed and army and she didn’t have that either. “Fuck this shit.” She said flicking her cigarette over the edge and climbing to her feet. For a minute she hovered there, a look on her face said she would jump, but her love for life overcame her and she walked away, taking one last swig from the hip flask before tucking that away inside her jacket.
She found the stairs and began the long precarious climb down. Sections of the stairs were missing so it took her half an hour to use whatever she could as hand holds to climb down. When she reached the bottom she was sweating and covered in a light film of dust. She wiped it from her eyes and cast her eyes around her scanning for a sign of...well anything. Satisfied she was alone; she headed for the docks, a lone life form walking the streets of L.A.
Here was about the only place there were people. But the Nahash were just a human group, various supernaturals capable of moving in sunlight were moving round, discussing business or just relaxing. To Katelyn they were invisible as she crossed through huge compound to one of the warehouses. Inside was a group of Nahash stood round a table one was explaining the details of the job that lay on the table before them. Katelyn perched on a box to watch and listen, pulling her cigarettes and lighter form her pocket as she did and lighting one, a plume of blue smoke engulfing her as she slowly release the smoke from her lungs.
The person who was talking stopped to look at her. Sam Jansson was a man with a history so black, that Katelyn forgot her own self pity when she saw the expression in his eyes. His ice blue eyes bore into her but she didn’t break eye contact with him. He and he alone knew what Katelyn had done to the DPS base in Wales. “You didn’t jump then.” He said coldly.
Katelyn broke eye contact then, flicking the ash from her cigarette, using the moment to regain her composure before looking beck up to meet his gaze. “Nope, still stuck with me.”
Sam looked back at the job on the table. “Listen up then. The encampment is south of the city. Seems these survivors have found themselves an underground hideout. Scouts reckon there’s about fifty in there, of all ages. Counting for damaged goods at the end of it there at least thirty heads in there which will get us a nice payment form the Chthon’s and give us a bit of breathing room.”
Katelyn boiled with anger, but she kept her mouth shut. This is what they had come to in order to keep themselves safe. To sell some other poor git to the Chthon’s, let them be food or whatever else the Chthon’s used them for.
“We go in at nightfall with a group of ten vampires,” continued Sam “deal with any resistance and hand the rest over for processing.”
Katelyn couldn’t resist the anger that swelled in her chest. “Count me out. I’m not shooting my own just so you fuckers can keep your necks clean and bite free.”
Tue May 22, 2012 8:27 am by 
