[Sodium_noir] The innocent mansion of a panther's heart!

[eugene mcfadden]

The Sabbat manse
Little 
Italy

Titus ran the maths, 2+2+2 = 
interesting.

Humm.

Everyone against Santiago didn't play 
well.

Some new bastard comes in, knocks things over, changes 
things...

Not good.

Santiago was his problem, no one else's.  
Santiago was his to take on... eventually.  Not now.  And that 
August... Santiago was bad enough, but that dick with his voodoo mumbo 
bullshit?  Worse than the bloody Dark Town posse.


Titus looked 
up at Santi's window, searching.  Idly, puffing away, ' I hate trickery and 
shit.  Tell me how you're going to play it and I'll tell you how we're 
going to play it.  But I hate this political bullshit.  You got  
aproblem, you deal with it out in the open, teeth to throat.'

Dylan 
grinned from ear to ear.
 
"Fair mate!" he replied. "can't fault you for that! 
Me, I'm going to use my ... experiences to see what I can sniff out. If there 
are Infernalists here I'll kill them. On the spot. Before Auggie and the other 
circling sharks can put them on trial and rock the cradle. I suggest you do the 
same. Other than that, well you've the man here and I wouln't want to step on 
your 'kin great toes mate but I'd see any trouble makers know to behave ... or 
are executed along with the rest. Better a strong Gotham, for the Sabbat, for 
when the time comes!"



Titus nods, puffs away, runs the numbers in his head.  

' Okay.  You do that, I'll be doing the same.  But I ain't having all this shit going down without people knowing where me and my pack are standing.  Here... let's give them something to talk about, give us a hand up, would ya?'

Titus stepped back and, with help, hopped up onto the hood of Estoban's sport's car; from there he walked up onto it's roof, his weight leaving dents in the metal, his boots scraping paint, dripping mud.  

He drew attention.

Not enough though, people still talking, hose new packs playing their games...

Titus drew his gun, gauged it right, emptied the clip into the air.  

That shut everyone up, that got eyes on him.  

That got hands on weapons.

Good.

' Right,' a shout, backed up by all the power his dead lungs could muster, ' I'm Titus Bane, Ductus of the Dark Knights, Head Templar, all round mother fucker, Khan of China Town.'

Pause a second, let it sink in.  Blow smoke.  

' Most of you know that shit, you know who I am and I know you.  Good.  Some of you I don't know, though I may have heard of you.  Maybe I've not heard of you.  It ain't my problem.  But I'm pretty sure that you've heard of me.  And if you haven't, well, here I fucking am.'

He waited a beat.

' Now, there's all these rumours flying round, all these things being said.  I don't know whose started them, I don't know if they're true.  I am, however, going to find out if they are true. I'm gpoing to make it my personal fuckign responsibility, and the responsibility of my pack to have a look see at all these rumours.  'Cause I really fucking hate Satanists.  Bunch of fucking demon bum boys. 'Bout the only thing I hate more than them is people... that' us.  Vamps.  ... Vamps sneaking around and plotting and lying and attempting to do shit the snidey Camarilla way.  I fucking hate that.  So maybe I'll be taking a look at that too, 'cause I like being angry, and it's good to be angry at two things at once.  Keeps the blood moving.'

Pause.

' So... those of you I don't know, I want some fucking names an` who you are an` why you're here.  I want some introductions.  `Cause you don;t turn up in Gotham and start disrespoecting Bishop Santiago, 'cause you do that, you disrespect me.  And that pisses me off.  And the last thing any of you lot want is to be the third thing that pisses me off today.

' So, here I am, who the fuck are you?'

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