Warehouse at the bad part of town.

Vilhelm pulls up and looks out the car window at the place.

"Well my dear its not that bad and it seems more private."

Just then, approximatly 7 youth in gansta outfits, some with chains, slide out of the shadows, a mix of african america, asian and caucasian.
"Yo, mama, looking for a good time, cause," he poses," Chilla T, can show you a good time, if ya know what I mean, aight?"
The others laugh.
A mowhawked punk with peiriings says, "Yeah, cause you is in the Raptors neck of the woods, and wooohee, who is that fine little girl beside you?" He does the suck it move from wrestling, "Oh I think I"m in love."

They look at you and one another like you were a martian confused by your lack of reaction.
"Uh, just us. We've been using it as a hangout. Why ...you interested in putting something in it? We could be persuaded to act as security if the price is right."

"Uh,...that depends on why you want to know. We ain't stupid, you might like do something if you know who the leader is."

"Uh okay..." They part, and what appears to be a child comes out. She radiates power.
"I am Lady Miska, of the Followers of Set." she squints at you, "I understand you wish to barter for the use of my werehouse. I have no loyalties to the Camirilla or the Sabbat if that concerns you, only myself. Would you care to come inside to discuss this further?"

"Hmm...nuetral ground, so to speak, you in your car, me out here. Very well. Are your interests aligned? Just so I know what I'm getting myself into...and what can you give to me to make it worth my while?"

"Such a place does not come cheap. I do happen to know of one..." She looks at you, "What is your name and clan? You can owe me a boon for the information."

"How about this I won't tell you my name and Clan and when there are no other options then we will talk about the infomrtion you."

Vilhelm closes the window and drives off.

"Greta now there are snakes in town were going to need to tread lightly, they may have no alignment to anyone which is good but is horrible since they can seel you out just as easy."

"Now then my dear where are the locations to the boat yard and what are the air field are they proper air ports with commercial flights?"

{Maybe we will and maybe we won't...} She thinks. {The desperate always come back to us, yess...but...if she's not with me...but let's not alienate anyone just yet. Still how rude.}
"Let's go back in and play boys."
They go back in.

(are you in the town or city again?)

(I am in the town)