Beef at the Taqueria (You Always Pay for it Later) [ attn: Kali & Mercy ]

[Samael]

She reads aloud, translating for Mercy and Baja as she reads through. The Ravnos provides occasional commentary as she goes along, such as:

"Oh great...Noddist Malkavians. And here I was worried we'd be dealing with unstable individuals."

"They hid the stone, at least until it fell down and started chasing Indiana Jones down a tunnel..."

"They pissed off the Spanish Inquistion...because nobody would expect that."

When it's all done, Kali sets the decoder glass down and rubs at her eyes irritably. Obviously they don't get tired or dry out the same way that a kine's does...it's more for effect than anything else.

"Okay. So we have crazy Kindred chick who has some kind of fucked-up ring that hurts us but kept her hand from rotting post-disarming until the ring came off, who has the ability to really fuck our worlds up if my erstwhile clanmate's legs are any indication. And she was trying to get her hands on some kind of super-secret Noddist lore than the Camarilla would kick our collective asses over if they knew we had it, because The Truth Is Out There and Cigarette-Smoking Man is an Archon or something like that."

She pauses for a moment. "Oh, and there's supposedly a super-special double-cool rock floating around that, we can assume, your client wants to either obtain or keep secret. Did I miss anything?"