Post by Sasha Zaytsev on Sept 10, 2014 10:24:47 GMT -8
Sasha looked down into the case one last time, the candle light reflecting off the golden shapes within. Teeth, pocket watches, and money clips; a small fortune in Jewish Gold. Apparently the gold had been taken off of the mutilated bodies of the Jewish victims of the Nazis. It was already being called “Nazi Gold”. Sasha closed the case with a disdainful smirk.
Speaking in Russian to the enormous man before her, she gave her instructions:
“Many people will be interested in this. Some because of family. Some out of a sense of moral obligation. And some because of the spiritual power they think these will give them. Take this case back to Warsaw, to my Sire. Ask him to hold these for me for the next ten years. He can move them, distribute them, hide them, sell them, I don’t care. Just get them away from anyone here who knows about them. After 10 years, he should sell them to museums and Synagogue in Europe, and send the money to the Chantry here to be used to support the Clan. The Ventrue want these, and they think they can just walk up and demand them. They think we are weak. They must learn we are not their pocket witches to bring out whenever they please. We are the Bear. Go now. The Crone will watch you.”
The enormous man then took the case to the airport, and far away, to return in a few weeks. Sasha lit another incense and sipped her cup of sticky, red “tea”.
Now to other matters.
She rolled out the blueprints Dr. Arnott had dropped by. Grande Ritual Chamber… library… living courters… laboratory… secret passages… prison cells… it was all there. Carefully she laid the wax paper over the prints and began tracing. Two copies would need to be made. One for the construction team and one to be communicated up to the Regent and House. The construction team could then be sealed in the foundations to fortify the enchantments, but in 10 years, when the money from the gold returned, it would cover any remaining lose ends.
In the corner of the prints she carefully drew a tree and eliminated the words
Emerald Chantry
Very fitting for an old ved’ma. Mother would have be proud.
Speaking in Russian to the enormous man before her, she gave her instructions:
“Many people will be interested in this. Some because of family. Some out of a sense of moral obligation. And some because of the spiritual power they think these will give them. Take this case back to Warsaw, to my Sire. Ask him to hold these for me for the next ten years. He can move them, distribute them, hide them, sell them, I don’t care. Just get them away from anyone here who knows about them. After 10 years, he should sell them to museums and Synagogue in Europe, and send the money to the Chantry here to be used to support the Clan. The Ventrue want these, and they think they can just walk up and demand them. They think we are weak. They must learn we are not their pocket witches to bring out whenever they please. We are the Bear. Go now. The Crone will watch you.”
The enormous man then took the case to the airport, and far away, to return in a few weeks. Sasha lit another incense and sipped her cup of sticky, red “tea”.
Now to other matters.
She rolled out the blueprints Dr. Arnott had dropped by. Grande Ritual Chamber… library… living courters… laboratory… secret passages… prison cells… it was all there. Carefully she laid the wax paper over the prints and began tracing. Two copies would need to be made. One for the construction team and one to be communicated up to the Regent and House. The construction team could then be sealed in the foundations to fortify the enchantments, but in 10 years, when the money from the gold returned, it would cover any remaining lose ends.
In the corner of the prints she carefully drew a tree and eliminated the words
Emerald Chantry
Very fitting for an old ved’ma. Mother would have be proud.