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From: The Wildchilde
Dropping quickly into the storm drain with all the speed she could muster Sally rushed along the narrow ledge she had before to stay out of the muck, leaping down into the dry side tunnel and ducking into the wide chamber she had met the strange Nosferatu at prior. Glancing about rapidly, she turned and walked 50 ft back to the area they had agreed upon and stood still in the shadows, the only light in the room being her crimson eyes.
She pouted an almost cute grimace as she stared down at her digital watch: 10:30pm...30 minutes later than the meeting time. Her informant was nowhere to be seen, but that did not mean that she was not watching her. After all, the meeting was not the Gangrel's idea, but it never hurt to be punctual, which she was not this time.
An hour passed, and thoughts flooded her mind...had her erstwhile companion also missed the meeting, or had she waited and left disgusted. The last thing the neonate needed was yet another vampire angry at her. At long last, she turned and left, hoping to find a way to contact the Nosferatu later and discover what had happened.