Cronache della Sindone:

An Old Nemesis

Notes by Cirice

Friday, December 30th, 1994

Zachariah awakened with a remarkable start, speaking of little other than that we must save the Malkavian elder called Joan. I do not typically approve of cryptic messages, but the Malkavian Prophet is a special case. The fledgelings and I rushed to the location described, on the verge of the bubble. Hirut was there. In her hand, the severed arm of what she claimed to be her ‘lover’. There was some sort of commotion, which both began and ended quickly, involving one of the bizarre grey men Zach had spoken of. In the chaos, the arm was taken by Joan and fell through the bubble where I swiftly retrieved it. Before things could escalate, I, and the other young vampires, left the scene. Hirut obliterated the ground beneath her after we’d left, causing a massive crater and inciting even more chaos in what was already a fragile political ecosystem within the bubble. Fortunate, I think, that those who stand against us continue to squabble and fight with one another. 

Once we’d returned to the temple and gathered our wits, I came to the conclusion that the increasing unrest within the Camarilla will allow us some room to advance our own goals in Manassas. With the Tremere’s attention so very split, they are unlikely to notice or respond to the disappearance of one of their more unhinged agents. Seven will soon find himself to be the subject of my experiments. 

My good aunt Lucretia arrived expecting a status report.