[Sodium_noir] Titus and phone calls

[eugene mcfadden]

> Rachel, Titus
> Sabbat Gangrel, Lasombra
> At the Suzy Wong
>
>> ' We need to swing round the manse later on, word is something's
>> happening. But that can wait. If it was important, Santy would ring
>> me. Wong's huh? I'll be there in ten... anything interesting I should
>> know about, or can it wait?'
>
> "Nothing special. Looks like I've got a new friend in Panic's, and the
> enforcer tong is two days away from being my bitches. Past that it's
> just static."
>
> Rachel orders a bloody mary to pass the time until Titus shows up.


Twelve minutes and thirty seconds later, Titus showed up, the room's conversation pausing a moment as he stepped in.

To be fair, Titus' genetic make up was 2000 years out of date: nearly six and a half feet tall, topping the scales at something approaching two hundred and fifty pounds... you could have put him in leather, given him a broadsword and left him happily hacking at the gates of Rome.  As it was, the long black leather coat did suit him, though the Hawian shirt was really something of a fashion travesty.  

He sat next to Rachel, leavering his braced leg into a comfortable position; lit up, offered her a cigarette.  

Straight to business. ' At some point we need to go through Akrill's books, work out exactly what is now ours and how we can use the resources.  Standing still and gloating ain't good business sense.  We need to dig in, use what we've got and then move on to a different foe.  Just don't know which foe yet.  But I'm thinking those Russian fucks.'
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