When we got back to the warehouse I asked Bo if I could have a word, there were a couple of things I needed to talk to him about, one pleasant and the other definitely not so much. We went up into the computer room and I asked him how it was going, how he was getting on with everyone and how he was coping with being alpha. He said he thought things were going well but time will tell. It seems having a totem has made his job easier. It has certainly made my life seem a bit more positive too so I get that. I finally feel like we have a friend in the Shadowrealm, which is handy cause mostly its full of enemies. He’s enjoying the talking over distance and thinks it may stop problems. He also thinks things are going better with Keeta now, which is good. Was worried that they’re private war was going to force her out of the pack and then I’d have been torn. I would probably have gone with her but it has taken me twenty six years to feel like I belonged anywhere and I would have had to have turned my back on that. It has taken just as long to find a friend though, so it would have been a hard decision.

Then I got onto the more volatile subject, that cunt of a crescent moon. I raised my concern at his fucking sadistic actions and reminded our alpha that his clusterfuck actually dragged us to hell with him as we are pack and the actions of the one affect the reputation of the many. He agreed that this couldn’t be allowed to happen again but he was trying to think of a good way to deal with the scat muncher. Well those are my words but the sentiment was pretty much there. He suggested that being able to talk into each others heads but I reminded him that the twat had ignored both George and myself at the time and carried on with his torture regardless. He assured me he’d talk to Donatello though and that is good enough for now, I find Bo easy to work with and to a certain extent trust him, I understand his problem though, us new moons aren’t necessarily adept at these social situations.

When we got downstairs George had prepared Foster for travel, but he was told we didn’t have time to go anywhere, Keeta asked him if he’d checked with our Alpha first before preparing for travel, and there was a somewhat awkward silence. I decided that as we were hanging around for the leach anyway I would pop back upstairs, avoid the silence and also having to spend more time with the word mangling retard, that was researching something on his laptop, in the process. I sat down on the folding chair and once again thought about buying decent furniture for the room I use the most. At the appointed time, or there about, captain emo knocked on the door. There was the normal delay while people tried to decide who should open the door so I turned on the security camera and told them it was the vampire outside. Bo went and answered the door but then turned most of the conversation over to George. That kind of made sense as George had spoken to the guy before and seemed to have a certain level of rapport with him.

I stayed upstairs, I’m more of a liability than an asset in these social situations anyway. He had the information on a flash drive so I turned the iMac on downstairs from my laptop and set up my Macbook Air as well. He was aware of my presence but seemed fine without having me there in person, as he talked through the information on the drive I opened the files as requested, I also copied everything onto the iMac downstairs, the iMac upstairs and my laptop, while I used my Macbook to keep an eye on the net. The subject arose of the sister of Donatello’s torture victim, poor bitch, and for some reason I forgot looking into her. I had done it all on auto pilot though while I was busy seething and it was only when George mentioned her name that I remembered, so I put up her driving licence, the receipt for her recent payment and her facebook page on the screen downstairs. Seems toothy recognised her, and she was unbound. Basically that means she lives outside of their society, even more than a ghostwolf lives outside of ours.

Mr molar told us that if we wanted the gang gone from the theatre it would need to be in such a bloody way that Kristin Bluma wouldn’t be allowed to send anymorre of her troops in. As our Totem won’t let us take over the gang, which I find a lucky escape from boredom, that now seems the best course of action. Captain canine also suggested an alliance with us, which Bo said he would consider and respond within 24 hours. Fangy offered to keep us off of his Princes radar in exchange for this, which seems useful but allowing another supernatural to roam free in our domain does go against our teachings. He has however been somewhat respectful of our domain, unlike certain elders that I could name, and anonymity is a great prize indeed. I put some info onto his flash drive for him and he left his business card by the iMac. He suggested that hacking information about him wouldn’t be that productive as the address and landline were genuine. I would assume that comment was aimed at me, and its always nice to have your skills recognised so I smiled a bit to myself about that.

As he was leaving he pulled a Columbo on us, with a “Just one more thing….” his hearing is good as he heard me mutter about this to myself. Apparently the vampires hold some kind of meeting regularly and if we attended we would be protected from harm by their laws. As enticing as the prospect of the information is the idea that we’d have to reveal ourselves to gain it is not so enticing. He then actually left and Bo and I replaced our broken door.

In order to get us all in the car for the trip Bo went doggy and climbed in the boot and I drove us out to the reservoir and parked up by some double gates. The lock on these gates was fantastic, as close to a ten out of ten as I’ve ever seen. Keeta remarked a few times about how long I was taking over it and if it was anyone else I might have snapped. As it was I just enjoyed the challenge and let Keeta have her fun at my expense. Once the lock was removed I pocketed it, I figured it could come in handy in the future and I didn’t fancy having to pick it again when we left. We drove the car inside a building where it hardly fit and shut the doors again. We put the chain back through and used a blanket from Fosters car to block up the holes to stop light getting out. I used my maglight and flicked on the main switch.

As I looked around the place I realised the architect was probably one of Donatello’s relatives. Just like the way his thoughts flowed when he gave us information the pipes in this place were a fucking mess. They crossed over and went in and out of walls. My love of order was making me uncomfortable to say the least. I picked Foster up out of the car, changed into Near Man and proceeded to follow Bo and Keeta down the spiral staircase. It went down for longer than I was expecting to say the least and when we got to the bottom there was no obvious openings to carry on. However we were now in our totems domain and she appeared and led us to a hatch in a large pipe. Bo opened this and we all climbed down some steps inside. There wasn’t room for me in near man form in the pipe so I changed down to human once more and Bo and I carried Foster between us. Keeta went on ahead and Donatello and George followed behind us. This all went well until we got to an old wooden ladder we had to go down. Keeta let me borrow her belt to tie Fosters hands so that he was secured on my back and then we all climbed down. About half way to the ground below I heard a shout and then a thud as Keeta fell off the ladder. I suddenly felt myself start to panic, it was all very illogical, she’s a Forsaken, we can take fairly long falls without suffering serious injury, but I was worried sick until she confirmed she was OK, well she confirmed it would be a good place for her to grow plants which is close enough. When we all got down there the Totem asked Bo to follow her. I figured I would take this time for a rest as I wasn’t required but George soon came back and said we were needed too.

Bo was moving some rocks when we caught up with him and then something truly amazing happened. Some silver that was in the wall melted, pooled on the floor and solidified. Luckily Bo caught it all on film on my iPhone cause my angle wasn’t so great as I was leaning against the wall. Foster is fairly heavy after all, at least for a wimp like me. Once this was done we laid Foster down near the wall and our Totem told us to build a wall around him, so Bo and I did. His breathing slowed while he was lying there and he started to draw nutrients from the earth. Keeta attached his drip to him and I turned down the flow of his medicine so that it would last. I think there will be a good few days in there now, if not more and we started to head back to the surface. Remembering how slippery the ladder was, and how bad a climber I am, I offered to go last on the return. I didn’t want to fall and knock someone off it on the way back up. We all reached the top just fine and then left the pipe, sealing it behind us and started up the spiral staircase again. As we neared there top I could tell something was wrong, the chain was no longer on the doors and it would have taken some serious effort to remove it.

I used my Knothole to look out and I saw eight Predator Kings stood a bit back on the road waiting. At the same time others were investigating some roadkill on the windscreen of the car. It seems the pure outside wanted to mark the car but couldn’t allow themselves to urinate on technology so they used the poor creature in the process. I put my iPhone to the hole the chain went through and noted that there were only four of the scum left out there. I named them all for the pack and found out the weaknesses of three of them but as I was watching they conversed, shifted to wolf, and left.

Keeta started the car while Bo and I checked out the door. There had been bricks and rocks piled against the outside and we cleared these and then jumped in the car for a hot exit. I had my Uzzi ready for trouble but it never came. Deciding that caution was the best course of action we dumped Fosters car on the edge of our turf and I bought a cheap old Acura MDX, it had seen better days but it was a seven seater and actually somewhat better than Fosters car. I will buy him something similar to what he lost however and keep this as a pack vehicle. The seven seats are handy and it drives like all Japanese cars, reliably if somewhat boring.

We pulled into the warehouse somewhat shattered but I asked Keeta if she was all right with a counselling session anyway and she agreed so we headed off to her sofa’s again, I doubt I will make it away from the one I sat on before I wake later today however as I am exhausted.