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From: Joseph and Anastasia
The plane landed in DFW airport right on time. The direct flight from London Gatwick airport had no delays. As the passengers disembarked, they did pay any heed to the nicely dressed young man behind the crowd waiting to greet the travelers. He studied each face as they came off the plane and finally stepped forward as a woman with dark curls came off the plane. “Miss Nvoykh, greetings and salutations from Mr. Tudor.” Sean then sticks out his hand and the two Tremere perform the ritual handshake.
Stepping back after the handshake, the woman then looks Sean up and down. “Greetings and salutations from Vienna,” she states in soft round accented tones. She then glances around, “Our elders send their regards.” Sean steps to Anastasia’s side as the two head towards baggage claim. “My name is Sean. There is a car waiting out front. I hope your flight was pleasant.” The two Tremere continue to exchange small talk as they retrieve her bags and exit into the warm October night.
The classic Austin Martin convertible pulls into the drive of the Tudor residence is parked in front of the two-story garage. A light over the garage goes out and a mousy brown-haired overweight woman comes down the side stairs and out to the car. “Hi Sean, I thought it was your car. Joseph is expecting you inside the house. One moment.” She then pulls out a small detector and runs it over the car and its occupants. “Ok, ya’ll look good. Have a nice evening,” she giggles innocently. “Welcome to Dallas, dear.” She then walks back up the stairs over the garage.
Hopping out, Sean leads Anastasia through the raggedy yard and up to the front door. Waiting a moment, Sean does not touch the door, but rather, waits until he hears a grinding click within the door. Then pushing it open, they step into the dark, musty entryway. Dust and silence hang over the house like a pall. Waiting for Anastasia to enter, Sean then closes the heavy wooden door and then leads her through the house. The few rooms that she can see appear to have never been used, or at least rarely visited. The odors of mildew and dust war with each other for dominance. As they pass one room, Anastasia sees a modern kitchen, but a new smell of cat seems to be prevalent here, and a pair of eyes seem to stare at her from the darkness. “Down this way. We definitely don’t want to mess with Sigfried,” Sean takes her arm and quickly leads her down a narrow hallway. “He’s the very devil.”
At the end of the hallway is a door also of heavy wood that is partially opened. Pushing gently against it, the door opens into a study. Unlike the rest of the house, this room appears to be used, and fairly dust free. A large wooden globe of the earth almost two feet across is the first thing that is noticeable. Then, looking in, books from floor to ceiling cover the walls. Stepping into the room, Anastasia looks around. Her eyes finally settle towards the back of the narrow room. Sitting in a large chair is a man neatly dressed, watching her. Rising, he then gives a slight bow. “Welcome to Dallas Anastasia.”