Lieutenant Prospero phoned back.
"I've looked into the release of the four [ Angel, Bogan, Cletis and Drowbar ]. They were sentenced to 12 years for Armed Robbery, Intimidation and Assault, then released early after 9 years. In these cases, the normal procedure is to lodge a 23B Early Release form, and then an additional 16A Parole Application form, or, sometimes, a 4A Governor Pardon. In this case, we are missing a 16A. The system should not allow this to happen."
"Who signed the 23B?"
"Warden Clam"
"Can she lodge a 23B without a 16A?"
"No," said Prospero. "The system would not allow that."
"Unless it was hacked?"
"Unless it was hacked."
"Technically, they are illegally out of prison. Technically they are escapees"
Wednesday noon, July 2
Reginald contacted Juan. Juan had been sent on another pledge job by the Morte Christe bikers, so couldn't talk much, but he did give Angel's mobile number to Reggie.
Reginald phoned Angel and admitted to him that the party worked with Juan, that they were Veil-aware, that they knew Morte Christe had eight werewolves and eight fae, and that the party was originally hunting the four escapees at the behest of Warden Clam of the Penitentiary. But, after recent information, the party had totally changed sides, and were now actively hunting the Warden, and that they were pretty sure they could achieve this goal with no ramifications nor casualties. Reginald then pressed Angel for martial help.
"Werewolf support would go down a treat."
Angel said he'd have a meeting of the Morte Christe elders and discuss this.
Wednesday early afternoon, July 2
The party then returned to Philadelphia. Ebony met up with the Warden's PA, Ms Sutton, and returned the borrowed Gem of the Veil. She, of course, did not tell Ms Sutton that the party was now hunting her boss.
Wednesday afternoon, July 2
Jacob and the party met with Lieutenant Prospero.
"We have changed tack, Lieutenant," said Jacob. "We now hunt the Warden."
"You what?!" said Prospero.
"We're now hunting Clam."
"But you said she was a demon. You do know how powerful demons are?"
"Jacob claims he's a demon expert," butted in Leon.
"This is true," said Prospero, scratching his head. "But I do hope you know what you're doing."
"Yeah."
"Well, preserve the Veil at all costs. STRIKE FORCE will do the best to cover it up your civilian collateral if it gets messy, but we can't give you any more support than that.
Wednesday late afternoon, July 2
Angel got back to Reginald.
"Th' elders have met. I's'll join ya, and I'll bring with me eight fighters - werewolves."
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| Warden Clam's Alfa |
The Warden had a flash new Alfa Romeo 4C, with the number plate "WARDEN"
Ebony snuck into the Penitentiary car park after dark (the Warden often worked late), and placed a magnetic GPS tracker on the back of her car. With that, the party was able to track the Warden back to her house.
Warden Clam lived in a five bedroom house on Grayling Avenue, a quiet street of Narberth, an upmarket suburb of Greater Philadelphia. The house was clad in black marble and was surrounded by a high wall. She had an electric gate to pass through to get into the property.
Thursday noon, July 3
Today was the day of the attack. They would hit the Warden when she arrived home.
The plan was for Ebony to disable the Warden's electric gate, and then would wait, well-hidden, in a convenient tree nearby.
When the Warden arrived home and the gate didn't work, she would get out of her car to check it.
At that very instant, a hired truck, with side roller-doors, would drive down the street, and stop. It was to be driven by Reginald (with his MP5) and Leon riding shotgun (with shotgun). Inside the truck, would be the eight werewolves. They would all be in Dalu form (the "wolfman" form; not as powerful and unstable as Garou, but better than man form Hishu), and they would be accompanied by Theo and Angel. Also in the truck would be a blessed stele of holy water, and Theo would try to get the Dalu werewolves to dip their claws into it. The roller doors would be raised, and the wolf-men would all jump out, as one, and tear apart the demoness. The claws, wet with holy water, ought to do extra damage on her.
Jacob and Sledge would be at either end of Grayling Avenue, and would deploy smoke grenades in an attempt to block off other cars (it would be 9 pm and the street would be quiet). Sledge had a hatred of werewolves, so it would not be safe for him to be in the melee anyway. And Jacob could not fight to save himself.
"Would" indeed.
Thursday evening, July 3
Sure enough, right on cue (after dark), the Warden's Alfa pulled up. Ebony had done her work successfully, and the gate failed to open.
The loaded truck approached down the street.
The car's single occupant paused a bit, then she got out.
But it wasn't Warden Candy Clam, it was her PA, Ms Sutton.
"Abort abort!" shrieked Reginald as he floored the accelerator, and the truck never bothered to stop. It just carried on down the street and around the corner into Winsor Ave.
Ms Sutton watched, bemused, as it drove off in a cloud of diesel smoke.
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