They're actually the tribe I really don't know what to think of. Guess it's just 'cause I haven't been around so very long yet. Our history we've served them as betas. Supporting their leadership, their decisions, and always made sure things roll on smoothly. So they can stand on their throne of power, leading Garou. Nowadays they've thrown all that somewhere, as if they're glory's just dimming without them noticing. Whatever curse's struck 'em.

Well …whatever. I still had this shit before my eyes. Do the job so your alpha doesn't have to...

Some old factory site, 3 big buildings, each 4 floor tall. Big yard, probably served as temporary pasture also. After all, this was an old abattoir. Big one tho. Yard was empty. No one's even been using this place as junkyard, which I didn't wonder. First of buildings was in a really bad condition. Windows were broken long time ago. I could see through few rooms and I could bet the roof was like peekaboo tablecloth.

The other two buildings were in a better shape. They were as old as the first one, that was clear, but as if they've just been taken care of longer. Actually, this place gave a feeling of old, but I don't know if it really was that old. It just seemed as if it'd always been there, the nightmare waiting for you with no morning lights to rinse that black stain away. I looked the stuff through my camera's lens as if that'd make it easier to watch upon. Looking, not really seeing, I shot few rolls of film and decided this was enough of depression for a one day.

Depression and anguish, the poison's inside me...

I hit the factory site a little before noon. I got the keys and official permission from site's current owner. A rich old man, quite nice dude actually. If you can say 'dude' of an older - obviously quite rich - male over his fifties. He lived in a quite good-sized mansion, north side of town. He didn't seem very interested about what I was about to do over there, gave me the keys and told me to check what I needed to check. And get back after I would've come up with some kind of offer. It seemed as if negotiations wouldn't be so very hard - dude seemed pretty sure I was buying the place.

Why send me? Why had my boss sent me if there was no challenge in negotiations? I was prepared for long, breathtaking, serious business stuff. And dude was almost pushing the place on my lap. "Nah, I bet the price isn't the thing here, I think we'll get in contract that satisfies us both. Other buyers? Well, that place isn't really a site people are looking for to own. I would've bombed it to ground and build something else there if you would've not come up..."

Hummh... So it must be something else then.. God, I think I must be Sherlock or something for figuring that out...

Well the rest happened like thunderbolt (nice allegory, heh), so I didn't have time to make notes there. That's why I'm writing this on a plane to France, my next job... But, back there I made a few trips around town, talked to few and got familiar with locals. If I got one between my sheets I'm allowed to print that onto my report, ain't I? Nice, very tender, middle-aged teacher from the corners. Maybe she wasn't too helpful on my mission, but that harano feeling was like hundred miles away at morning.

Well, actually she and few others I was talking to confirmed my thoughts. They told about strange problems that started on same year the refinery was ending it's functions. There was strange - not very severe - diseases, reduced fertility and kids having all kind of problems in school and in home. This feeling, this depressing, grey feeling had appeared around those years. So, at morning I took my last bottle of LWWG and my Sherlock-hat and went to do some thinking to balcony. Well, maybe cause I don't have the hat, nor did the whiskey clear my thoughts at all, I decided to act.

Thanks to that pretty little teacher I felt like James Bond.

First thing I found out, there was some strange unfortunate luck fallen on my buddy who was to show me the places today around the factory site. I lost all my glues and ideas whatsoever I happened to have. Well I thought I knew enough. All the symptoms referred to banes on area. All the suffering and death has maybe caused some violent banes to grow attached to place. Or then it had woken up some bigger asshole, but whichever it was, I knew the cure.

This suited me fine - almost like ordered meal all came in same set - some whiskey, woman and violence to get you going. I headed to refinery site straight on. All things found there confirmed my thoughts. Except the thought about the one bigger asshole got more support when I broke my way in and saw those twisted, corrupted corridors. I could still hear the screams of thousand dying spirits and smelt the blood that had flooded down the sewers many years ago. But one thing I couldn't find.

The central point, the cause for this - The Big Asshole. Him I didn't find. It seemed like it was dispersed all around. It felt like it was everywhere, but not really anywhere. When I got downstairs I just felt my rage growing. At some point I put away my gun and changed to crinos - much more comfortable that way. Then I saw it...

I rose few feet higher and like accidentally my gaze started to follow a crevice on the concrete floor. A crack? A normal crack on the floor...? Hell... It continued forward, made a twist behind some machinery, joined to another and all them started to form something. That something turned out to be some ritualistic symbol, some kind of gate which was designed to hurl The Big Asshole to this side of gauntlet.

And eventually it all ends up in violence and bloodshed, so I readied myself to battle. Sun Tzu taught of the Principle of Masses that if numbers are yours 10 to enemy's 1, surround. If they're 5 to 1, attack. If they're 2 to 1, split your army into two. If same sized, offer battle and if your force is inferior, avoid the enemy. Well, I wasn't just slightly inferior - I'm not sure if an eye that big can even see things so little that I am...

As I run I thought more of a Sun Tzu. "He will win who knows when to fight and when not to fight." Hell, there are just few things on known Terrae that gets me frightened. That one did.

Goddamn I'm lucky to own a cell phone. Instead of calling 911 I called Thunderbolt. This is something for Black Teams to handle. I'm out, my job's done, over and out!

Before leaving out to Paris I had some fuck-you mission. Probably just to annoy me. I had to follow and protect some chickenshit nerd that I would've crushed myself if employer would've not got the first word. Well, they pay my whiskey and bullets. What can man do in a situation like that?

Well, a very little - and that I did. That asswipe finally ended up killed and I had to move on. I hope they're not giving me that kinda screwed-up-missions anymore. What do I look like some cub? Well, had good explanations of the subject and here I am. 1st class ticket to Paris.

...and of course some LWWG.

Paris gig... rock'n roll on rooftop.

Hotel was small, nice, classy and looking at security - corporate owned. It would suit me just good, because I wanted to concentrate fully on the coming mission. I couldn't avoid the thought that last mission of mine failed, so maybe this place and mission was arranged just for them to see follow me working. If this was the level of trust... Well, I guess I'm just paranoid.

And the mission itself.

Target was middle-aged male, a trade consultant that had been working lately to company called Half Moon Oil. It's HQ was located at Libya, but it had been lately directing it's functions more international. And it's Endron Oil contacts were concerning. I didn't know why he had to be taken out, but Middle-East and Oil almost always meant also guns. More concerning were the proofs of the deals with Endron Oil. I happened to find a reporter before Pentex Corp. and their cencorship. Unlucky him, they found him eventually.

He gave me the proof of a deals. Everything - black on white. Thunderbolt's gonna love me...

I had the mission sorted out even before I sat down and started to go through the material I had. I had Sako TRG-42 in the trunk of a car that was pointed to me when I arrived to France. And nothing more I needed. This had to be clean and very fast. The target of mine was an important consultant that's power and reputation was based on publicity and public showing. That meant he had also the security around him that'd circumvent all attempts to lay a finger on him. That left me 2 choices. There's no security force on earth that could block 2 kinds of attacks that always had the effect, if properly carried out. First was air strikes and second sniper bullet. Since I had no fighter planes on the trunk of my car, I had only one choice left.

Pretty fast I gathered schedule of his France visit. He was going to stay only two weeks here. I chose most open and most important appearance he was going to make in France. It was of course Thursday's charity party where were also invited lots of others rich and powerful people. According to newspapers he was going to give speech there that would also show some light on deals and goals of Half Moon Oil in Europe. This was the happening no one was going to miss. Least Samuel De'Bries himself.

...then the dreams hit.

This was all going nice and smooth, when I woke up in the middle of night after a dream of my mission. In a dream I was laying on my spot at the rooftop of my chosen building, gun in my hands and I was just squeezing trigger. I saw down there my target, the camera flashlights, guards, audience and then it all stopped for an eternity. The moment when I squeezed the trigger, world stopped. Only thing moving was the bullet leaving the barrel and only sound I could hear was the bullet hitting it's target.

Then it happened. After hitting target the bullet turned back and it started to accelerate towards me, taking some other form. It was forming as a flash or lightning of some kind. I woke up just before the shit hit me.

I wasn't good at interpreting dreams, but the elements were clear. And the lightning - The Old Almighty Grandfather Thunder. The message was unclear, but I've always been taking dreams seriously. I knew it was time to pay a visit to spirit world.

Next day I was shopping. I needed some dark and loose clothing and some little missing equipment. Tonight I was going to check the places.

When it was getting dark I left my hotel. I had the riflescope, camera, flashlight and some little things with me. I moved on to east side of Seine and started rounding the area. I needed a close look to environment also, so there would be less surprises. I must've looked like some citizen-patrol dude with my equipment. Well, that was a partial meaning in case someone would see me there.

Then I felt someone's eyes on my back. Intuitively my eyes started to scan the riverside. Opposite side of river was a man standing just outside the halo of streetlights. He stared straight at me - that was clear. I raised my hand to greet him, and headed towards nearest bridge. Keeping my eyes on that little fellow that had decided to make his life complicated...

Or then he better have a good reason...

He walked to meet me at the bridge and asked me if I was The Hunter. What the hell!!!??? Guy sneaks on my back in the middle of the night to find out if I'm the hunter. This guy's diagnose started to form...

"Yes, I am." I replied to him.

Then he started to ask questions about bullets and targets and stuff. He also told something about the dream he had. Dream that kind of fit into mine. The visions, speech, style, clothing... two choices; this guy was either uktena or wendigo. As a peaceful but kind of mystic dude I ranked him uktena. Wendigo would've shown more aggressions when speaking of things like bullets and killing.

He joined me. I got the idea, that Uktena had shown him some visions about my mission and his role in it. He also seemed like he had some ideas in counter-balance the impact that was about to strike me according to my dream. No doubt, this guy was sure a pure example of crescent moon. And I've never refused when someone's wanting to work for me - and for free.

We made the visit to hotel Hilton again, we were hoping to se our target and study him a little closer. We had a hint that he'd be some sort of fomor. It turned out to be a long job and starting from the very basics. We almost got to hotel lobby when it hit to me that this guy next to me was dressing like some Crocodile Dundee, and he probably didn't even know how to eat with fork and knife. Lucky me, there was proper shops close and we also had a quick lesson of etiquette.

This guy luckily seemed a quick learner though for some reason he had to write everything down. And I mean EVERYTHING. Have to get that notebook when he's ready with it.

After the day we had it ensured. The guy was fomor, two banes attached to him. His security was fomori and his driver.. He was a Black Spiral Dancer. "The Connect" I called him. Probably the most important link between Wyrm himself and Samuel-boy.

With the help of my new associate we prepared the ammunition properly. Now they're "enhanced" also to have impact on banes and penetrate possible obstacles at umbra. I also prepared myself with ritualistic battle. I was ready to face anything. Those white markings on my oil black fur will witness to all that have doubt that I am always ready to face anything, anytime, without fear!

Everything was ready...

It was almost too easy. Though have to say, we had done a hell of a lot of preparations. Everything was taken into count, nothing had been left unchecked nor uncertain. With just 2 bullets and one arrow (Arrow? Yea. Forgot that he was child of Uktena?) we took out our prior targets. Not just we eliminated Samuel, but also his BSD driver. Then came the explosion we had ordered from Notre Dame pack. It's meaning was to wreck the car useless, but for some reason it blasted everything to Abyss in a circle of 30 meters diameter.

Unnecessary, but impressive.

In few hours we were in Belgium, next day we left to Poland. We had a week's holiday and I managed to recruit this new guy on my team. But, first fun and then work. I had to teach the guy to drink Dark Whiskey, better concentrate whole week on that case.

Yes, recruited. Didn't I tell? I got promoted as a Field Operation Chief. Got permissions to recruit myself a team and the best... Got my security level raised nicely to better side of C-class. And yea, the salary of course...

My new associate proved to have sharp eyes and keen instincts on spirit matters on free time also. He spotted a 200 years old grave on my front yard. We found out that actually I was blue blooded; in grave we found a servant, honourably buried with Von Kiraly's signet ring. Leads pointed to disagreements between some cainite clan and my family.

This also clears out some fog in the matter of my parent's death. Which doesn't sound so much of an accident anymore...

But, All holidays come to end and on Monday morning we checked in to Thunderbolt, Warsaw. Next mission, this time Greece. No killing, no spilling blood (no fun). Just information gathering. Roams-With-Notebook must be exited...

Well, more of that... laters...

Got job to do...

Greece, the booze and the Ladies of South.

Oh and what a job! Well, we chose to play a regular tourists. We had this story of a two guys, having a vacation from a European PR-consultant firm. So we bought a light, colourful and totally no-style clothes from the airport and jumped into plane. First day we checked in to some kind of motel. Well allright, it was some kind of safe house of local Furies and they've promised to give us beds a few days. Nice and practical, definitely no class, but ... man with a Hawaiian shirt can't really talk of class.

At least the place wasn't bugged. And if it was, that will change my whole opinion of our Ladies of South. I'll find out that anyway some day. But to the plan: We hit to town, looking for a place to eat and meet our contact. We found her (yea, Furies, always her...) at some pub, few minute's drive away from town. Along the way we started to get familiar with local culture. It included hate against Germans, olive oil and lots of booze. Raki or Ouzo preferred, but lots of those anyway.

So we were a little drunk already when we found our contact. Well, and she didn't help. She served some local beer, Mythos, if I remember right (if I remember right anything of the damn week). All I remember that it was damn hard to play tough and try not to laugh. Hell, two drunk guys that looked like asswipes in their Hawaiian clothing, drinking more with beautiful lady and all the jokes that came to mind were sex-related of chauvinistic. Me and my usually unbreakable willpower were really in test that day, but the fear of death and retribution kept me in line. That same fear came in handy many, many times that week.

Well. somewhere there our downward slope started. I don't recall a sober day after that.

As it turned out that Roams-With-Notebook was actually a good drinking company, we didn't have any free-time problems anymore. Next morning was... hellish. We had been in few places, totally sloshed. I'm not even going to get into details, hell no. We found strange things from pockets, head was like roller coaster inside it and Roams even had a strange phone number in his notebook (Where to some polish jerk had also written his opinions of local drinking habits, whoever that was. We even had a undisputed plan to kill Wyrm itself there, all written down...). Well, I was pleased to find out that the phone number was not any of Pentex subsidiaries nor a local tattooist's number but some local chick's.

Hell. we had found some sisters last night. I had not a single piece of a memory in my mind of that. Just hope the best, cause Roams already made dates for this evening...

I took my time off. Went to seek my spirits. Alone.

One reason for my trip to spirit world had been Roams-with-Notebook's strange vision. From somewhere he had a vision of us, earlier in the day, snooping around our target in harbour-area. Yea, we also worked, when we didn't drink so much, we worked, alright. We were stepping to mundane side, when he saw a vision of some strange figure staring at us. We didn't notice anything then, but on this vision Roams saw this coarse, yellow-eyed, figure watching us leave umbra.

On my visit to my spirit-family, I learned that this figure was of old, rare species, called Rokea. I had no idea whatsoever it was nor what it meant, some were-shark, shark-human shapeshifter was best guess I had. Luckily Roams had more information about the new "friend" of ours. We also decided to consult our Ladies on this matter, after all, they live here so they if anyone should know about this.

And this was something I'd rather left done by someone else. Ladies told us that the creature actually was a Rokea, old fisherman from around the cape. Terrible in his wrath for ones who don't let his territory be in peace. Well.. that would mean like... erm... us. Oh yea, what the hell, old, bearded, fish-stinking seaman. Hell, a problem solved in no time...

I truly hope you see behind the irony here, for your own sake...

We went north to cape. Stepped on to spirit world and searched a good spot on the beach. "The beach" was hundred feet high edge of a cliff which roots were deep in roaring sea below us. Eduardo was so into his sacrifice that he jumped with no thinking over the cliff to the sea. I prepared myself a little - I mean jumping into umbral sea wasn't a piece of cake for me - especially when there roamed a Rokea in waters below. But hey, no choice...

"Jumping into sea, swimming without clothes, equipment and in vulnerable homid form would really be sign of submitting. That'd tell the old Rokea that you're of no harm and you honour his superior position on the area." These were the words of a Lady that advised us to give a little sacrifice for the fisherman. I would've preferred the ritualistic sacrifice of baby boys to the sea rather than jumping into arms of almost certain death. I didn't quite get Eduardo exited of that...

I don't really know the result that our negotiations were. I mean, no one kept memo over it and I'm not really sure if we even understood each other. I told him were on a mission to break the tentacles of Wyrm on this island, and some of those dirty tentacles has reached the borders of his kingdom - the sea. And that were going to do what we have to do though in all decency and not hurting him. I'm not even going to try to tell about the feeling that was over me. I felt like a bait, floating there among the massive waves, I felt my body incapable of resisting any attack or harm that'd be directed onto me. That caused hell of an anguish. I missed the windy hilltops, the storm clouds, the lightning and the world at my feet. I closed my eyes from time to time, trying to get more willpower of that image in my mind.

He let us go. He accepted our sacrifice. I'm not sure even today if I should try to forget that experience - or to learn of it. I guess it was meant as a lesson.

The next chapter is probably "the heart" of our mission down there south. I mean, we really had a job also and the fact that I've not mentioned about it before is just how things went. We just prepared, pretty well again, got things ready, and then everything just happened. Or was it the booze... I really have difficulties in remembering all clear....

The job was about the business between Endron Oil and Halfmoon Oil. The shit that blew up in Paris made these guys really wary. They had got cautious and moved all their business out the Europe. They were about to close some deals on sea somewhere near Crete. Our job was to find out when and to inform out strike teams about the closing of bargain. That way we'd get both sides with just one strike.

Same night we were having the "moonlight swim" we got back to city to prepare for the dates Eduardo had planned for us. And as usual, I combined the leisure and work. With our ladies (they - the girls - weren't actually a disappointment, not at all, though looking at Eduardo's clothes and overall sense of style, you could expect something more... well... exotic...). We walked around the docks, admiring the ships there. Talked to captains and crews of those and shared our wine with others. At some point we also got to Halfmoon Oil's ship. Had really nice conversation with the captain, sipped a little whiskeys and of course - bugged the ship, placed tracers and from now on they were not doing anything without our knowledge.

Owned.

Next few days we just layed low. Listened their transmissions, sent 'em for translation and tried to solve their movements. Endron's ships weren't even close yet. My bet was they'd arrive just a minute before closing deals. They were used to let others wait them. We organized some "Plan B" to secure our asses, but we knew this wasn't going to fail anymore. We had everything in our hand. And it was good, for I couldn't concentrate 100% on the mission anymore. Not with the massive lines of clouds that constantly darkened the atmosphere even more and more. Also the changing in movements of air disturbed me.

Storm was filling the sky with massive grey mountains of clouds. It wasn't on yet but it was closing on us. I spent few evenings up the hills of northern Crete. Just honouring the overwhelming might of the storm. It was breathtaking - the force of it. And it wasn't even on yet.

But it was coming.

Somewhere around the weekend we captured rapidly increasing radio transmissions. Something was happening. We heard orders, new coordinates and other stuff that lead to conclusion that place was changing. After translated everything we realized that they were going to change the place to southern tip of Crete. What a relief - I thought we had to sit on our asses whole mission, but no. After some really fast movements we had everything packed up and sat on our motorcycles ready to head south. We were going to get a land route over the mountains. Trip would be a little hard with a car.

Chora Sfakion was the town... erm... place where we ended up. Poor trap that had collected the worst prey nature has to offer. This place had no hotel (at least I don't call it hotel. It wasn't even rateable, not on any scale). There was maybe one phone, one place to buy food and hell of an amount of bandits and highwaymen. We set the stuff up, ran tests and went to eat. Or as it later turned out to - to drink. Again. We had no problems with locals, for lambs they were pretty cool folk. And so we drank 'til morning and kept a common rite for the morning's first rays of sun. Oh man there were few kilos of lead on air. And no one even opened the windows to se what war had broken out...

The Storm crashed on us the same day the action started. Storm was really on our side - they had no way to keep the meeting out the sea when the waves were many times bigger their ships. And the docks were just fit for us. We contacted (actually they contacted us, we just were about to contact) strike teams and they informed us of further movements. We took positions and watched the show start. The show I had seen so many times before. Oh god how I loved the efficiency.

After some changes of briefcases were done on ship, the participants went to Endron's ship. Then the strike teams walked in. They took a status report from us, commanded us to our (...seats with popcorn...) positions and took over. In few seconds the guards were taken out, area was secured and guys marched in. All the time great storm raging around us. The rain was loud and had got us soaking wet, but it didn't bother me at all. All the roars of thunder just created the image that I was looking at some silent movie. Though I know there would've not been any sound to be heard of strike teams work.

Cold, fast, efficient. That was it. A job done. Wow! I admire these guys.

Back in Warsaw, new recruits...

Our team was growing up. I had a note in GWnet about the open job all the time. We needed more people. You see, you don't really run a efficient team with Operations Chief getting into dirty all the time. And one of most valuable sources of information placed under danger. No way. We had to think of a getting a support that would have no problems in solving cases with the violence also - if necessary. And besides, taking out me or Eduardo, or worst yet - capturing us - would cause a massive information leak that could prove dangerous to Thunderbolt. So we also needed a guard.

We needed a Full Moon Soldier.

And Ben Fist proved to be that guy. Bone Gnawer that had a military training, Full Moon's blessing and a nice assortment of resources what comes to military tactics and causing pain and death. A guy we needed.

More of this all laters!

19.8.2002, job-interview.

Righty-o. The testsubject of today was pretty ok. I like his way with computers 'n Weaver. Though I bet this guy is gone give us lots of trouble. I mean - garou that can't hunt would be bad - but a garou that doesn't survive 5 seconds in wilderness. Maybe this is the future way. I refuse to believe that we have become this weak. Forgetting the Mother Gaia, her nature and her creations submitting wholly to just one of the Triat. I call it blindness and stupidity. This kind of linear, one-sided thinking is causing just more disturbances to the fragile balance of the world and the Triat. I mean, we're killing Spiral's for doing that, maybe we should do the same for those followers of Mad Weaver.

Well, lucky he found us, he seemed like a reasonable - yea, young - but reasonable. I consider Eduardo, Gaia bless his weirdness, but anyway I'd call him quite a good spiritual teacher. Maybe we'll have a opportunity to bring some balance to Eddies life also. It may seem impossible now, but things tend to settle in time and find the right channels. Half Moon has shown me this so many times.

He did what we expected him to do. Our new headquarters at Warsaw were secured and tested. Everything seems fine, we're moving in pretty soon I guess. I kind of hate to leave to Warsaw and that's why I think I'll be there only on office-hours. Have too much of Wolf inside me to start living in a town. Don't know what other's are up to, but this will be my decision and my spirit's will.

We don't really have spirits with us. Us, I mean as we - together. Everyone has their own bounds and familiars, totems and relationships, but together we have nothing. We are not pack. I have been thinking this a long time, the benefits and disbenefits of forming a pack. I have decided that yet it is not the time. I have yet to discuss of this matter with Roams-With-Notebook, for he knows the ways and winds of the spirit world. I just have a hunch, that somehow we agree at this. This matter will be closer on us every day we work together, but no true bounds exists yet. I know we'll find a just and right way to walk towards this important decision with Eduardo.

Half Moon's getting closer. It always brings all the important matters and things that need attention to my mind. But what would be better time, for Half Moon has guided all my decisions. We'll see what the future winds bring on to us - whatever it will be, as a Child of Thunder and Child of Half Moon, my judgements will remain unquestionable and just. For the Strength of Will culminates in my heritage, in my lineage and under the signs of my birth. For I carry the Wisdom of Half Moon and Strength of the Grandfather Thunder himself.

Tests are over...

For the real thing! Yeah! It's been months since last good fight. Though I still carry the scar bitten by Wolverine himself, it is such an honour it just leaves you wanting for more. Not sure if I have told you of my ritual sacrifice to my personal totem back in France. I guess I mentioned about the white markings the wound left to my fur. It hurt - hell it did - whole nervous system burning red, all senses screaming of pain. The wound was huge, he didn't show me a bit of mercy. But I didn't ask it either. Only one thought piercing through all the pain and bloodred gloom:

"If I die, it'll be the most valuable sacrifice I can ever give..."

And now it all burning in my brain again. The memory of Rage. We were out to hunt Gangrel. Few days ago I spotted intruder on my territory. Spirits were acting restless and anguished. Most of them couldn't tell me the source of this shadow fallen on my domain. Some of the more adapted to Garou ways came to me and talked about "spiritless body, a shadow" that has been harassing them - killing the small prey without honouring the Ways of Hunter. This would be punished.

I wasn't feeling very good to delay the strike against this intruder - which I figured out to be some woods-living leech. There was Eddies interview to be done before. "The earthly matters." Sometimes it'd just be so easy to let the rage control and forget the balance - the bless of the full moon.

We also talked to Sigmund about the intruder. He thought the matter some time, asked questions and lastly, asked to join the hunt. I knew he wasn't telling everything he knew but as I knew his honour to be unquestioned, I accepted the offer. From that point on I knew we were fighting something I could've not probably handled myself. Day later we gathered war-party at my place. Me, Roams-With-Notebook, Fist and Sigmund - Death-Fang.

After preparation rituals we left. I really don't have anything to tell of it. We traced, ambushed and delivered death. I share the deeper thoughts of this hunt and kill with my totem.

There were actually 2 of them. The younger died before he had learned to know Shadow-Walker - my klaive. The older one was worth few scars. Facing it I knew why Death-Fang had joined. And one thing about it was strange. As Shadow-Walker delivered final judgement, the older gangrel tried to take me with him. Oh yeah, I killed it so why not, but I've learned not to take these kind of signs too lightly. My - and Shadow-Walker's - history still has many un-revealed secrets.

Yes, the history. Seems it's really haunting me now. The mission we had some time ago, to find out stuff about wep-auvwet, kind of dropped on our hands again. The Egyptian mythology and history seemed to be the culmination point. Wep-auvwet turned out to stand for Anubis. Also Eduardo's sights turned out to relate on same land and it's thoroughly studied history. We tried to trace the glues for why we (actually Eduardo, but some Strider told our spirits were connected... maybe, but I don't get the idea of which corner of our spirit's we're linked anyway...) got these visions. This spirit linking gave me an idea.

I have conferred few times with Shadow-Walker now. He is the edge of Half Moon, the enforcer of justice. Seems that in his history there has been many executives, delivering the righteous rage of Half Moon. Seems that the Shadow-Walker itself will see these judgements enforced and if one Half Moon grows dim, the next will deliver the verdict. It also came clear that Shadow-Walker has crossed paths in long bygone history with cult called Jackal Cult. The group that believed waking of Anubis to be brilliant idea. Well, what can you expect from group of wyrm-tainted abominations. That has to affect on brain functionality - or rather - dysfunctionality. Anyway, it had taken 2 Half Moons to finish the job with the cult.

I have to guide you to Eduardo's notes, if you wish to learn more of this stuff. I know nothing more than we've had our visions, strange strider has talked to us about something waking up in sunny lands of south, the Thunderbolt has gotten his spoon into same soup and I have a history to obligates me to act.

Pretty fast we got our "expedition group" put together; 3 university students and hired guard and driver. Guess who got the role of hired mercenary? Right answer is: "The guy that doesn't go even to get a pizza without his AK-47." Yeah, Ben, how could you guess wrong?

I visited quickly at the embassy to get visas for us. The cover story of "poor university student group that wishes to pay in cash" seemed to be the key to get legally to Egypt. Stuff put together, to plane and off towards Cairo. God I hate the preparations - it always gets me anxious. Can't wait the action to begin.