You've devoted countless hours to memorizing each and every twisting alley and shortcut that Ottawa has to offer, and as usual, your studies and persistence pay off. You plot the optimal course in a matter of seconds before taking off like a shot down a nearby alley. After several blocks and a half-dozen twists and turns, you spot a figure running in your direction, looking over his shoulder for signs of pursuit. It's Qui's prisoner. You duck low and stop in the shadow of a reeking dumpster, waiting as the vampire's footsteps near your position. In a small shard of a broken mirror, you catch sight of another running figure, this one coming in even faster as it pursues the fugitive.
You leap out from your hiding place in the shadows and grab hold of the fleeing Gangrel, tackling him to the dirty pavement. His skin is slimy and he smells awful enough that you're forced to suppress your still-instinctive breathing. The creature wriggles in your grip like a greased eel, screeching incoherently as the figure following him gets closer. You raise your eyes from your captive, fully expecting to see one of Sheriff Qui's muscle-bound deputies, but instead you're greeted by the leering grin of Robert Ward.
"Thanks for the assistance, Agad the Imperishable," he says, and a fire explodes within your chest as a gunshot echoes throughout the alley. You fall back against the trash bin, splattering it with a smear of red as you collapse. Another shot follows, point-blank, and you grit your teeth, nearly passing out from the pain. Ward pulls back a sawed-off shotgun and brandishes it at the whimpering Feral as he grabs him by the neck. "Don't worry," he grunts. "You'll survive it, but picking out that buckshot's not gonna be a good time."
Your vision blurs and Ward's body doubles as you try to get up.
"You'll be seeing more of us soon," Ward says with a laugh as he marches the former prisoner away through the maze of alleys. "Give my regards to Corliss."
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