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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Catulle" data-source="post: 954415" data-attributes="member: 9942">Outside Ocean View Cemetery, Staten IslandWednesday 11th December, 2003The blonde anarch nodded his assent, and an air of relaxation settled like the falling sleet over the group. By Max's side, the ringleader shrugged, the deformed talons which had extended from his fingers sliding back into the cold flesh as if they had never been."Good... You made the right choice, man. We'll fix the mess up real fast." The silent man strode forward, flanking the quartet as he made for the body behind the wall. Legba watched him intently, dark eyes boring into the rebel's back as he dragged the naked carcass back into the overgrowth of Ocean View. With a flex of his fingers which sent a dozen ink-trail serpents astir, the spokesman gingerly lifted the feral from Gabriel and Nikolai, easily hefting the weight in outstretched arms.The gangrel cut in, his stance neutral, but his expression far less placid "Take what you need make your masters happy, little slave. The rest's going up in flames." It was a simple matter for Nikolai to take the clump of hair, thick-matted with grime and blood.The gang stalked back into the cemetery's darkness and cover, the last to disappear into the tree-lined avenues was the speaker, who turned as he reached the limits of their sight,"Stay free, Max..." Then he, too, was gone.</blockquote>