The mobile home park is such an overcrowded hive that you can't fit your Mitsubishi down its streets, but there's a sprawl of gas stations, strip malls, and confusing signage up the road that you passed through a few years back.
Somewhat confident that you remember how to navigate the snarl, you yank your e-brake, spin around as the Buicks blow past you, and race the other way.
You clip a hidden divider as you scream past a hair salon, and your Mitsubishi jumps as sparks fly over your hood. But the first Buick hits the unmarked divider dead-on, shredding a tire. The other SUV keeps on as you reach an adobe wall and slam on your brakes.
The agent in the nearest SUV opens fire, peppering your driver-side door with bullets and shattering your window. A round thumps into your wrist as you drive. Your skin's unnatural hardness means it just sticks there, aching dully.
You throw the Mitsubishi in Reverse, cut the wheel, and disappear into a narrow alley between the pawnshop and an adjacent pet supply store. You basically vanish.
The agent keeps shooting, peppering the adobe wall with high-caliber rifle rounds, but he's lost his shot. You look behind you to make sure there are no obstructions. It's clear. A moment later you spin back out onto the parking lot of an abandoned Burger King, then proceed to the highway. You only flick your headlights on when you're back on the interstate heading west. They've totally lost you.
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Well, that was certainly eventful. But you fulfilled your end of the bargain: someone connected to Prince Lettow must have seen Caul's "final death," which means she's clear to pack up and restart without the Camarilla hassling her. You've made a powerful ally. You're feeling good. That's when your engine vomits black smoke.
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You get to the side of the road and pull everything valuable out of the car. The black smoke finally subsides, but when you finally have the courage to check under the hood, you see that the engine is completely ruined.
Oh well. It was a good car while it lasted.
"That doesn't look good," a woman says. It's Vani, in a lemon-yellow Fiat 500. "You need a ride?"
Since there's still a gunfight raging down the road, yes, you do. You hop in.
So, now you just need to figure out what to tell Prince Lettow.
You've learned some interesting things about Dr. Caul's facility. Julian might want to know what you learned. His drop box isn't far, but you suspect that whatever Julian gets up to with Dr. Caul's research, it may draw both Camarilla and SI attention.