The sun had set and business had picked up.  The warehouse was already buzzing with people.  A few members of a local gang sat downstairs smoking weed and being particularly loud.  Guns were visible in some of their waistbands but these seemed like normal accessories.  A few latina women sat amongst them.  They were dressed in as little as possible while still be able to call it cclothing.  Their leader "Q" sat with Jamal talking in quite an animated fashion.

The cameras missed little.  Smiling at Ahmed then taking a sip of coffee, Cassandra shakes her head.  "Morons hit the fence with their car again.  They also are trying to recruit Jamal, I gather.  The music out there obfuscates the sound but isolating their location I was able to pick up some audio...where are my manners?  How you this night chief?"

She was dressed in a pair of jeans, blak sweater, and boots.  Her hair was swept back in a french braid.  As she spoke she ahd turned on the main TV and linked the video feed of Q and Jamal up to the screen.  Hitting the unmute button she lets the conversation play out.

"...seriously dawg.  Just listen...listen man.  Wid ya on our side we could clean up.  Money goes to us and we grow to be da biggest man.  Quit playing second fiddle to the damn man.  You and me my nigga, we go back."

Jamal holds up his hand while scowling, "Squash that noise fucktard!  I ain't down wid that.  This my home and yall need to start respectin that shit.  My dude ain't gonna be happy with this shit.  What he tell ya last time?  No parties here.  It attracts attention in a bad way.  You and your peeps is sloppy, my shit is crisp.  My dude's shit is crisp.  So shut yo bitch ass mouth.  Now get these bitches out and do yo fuckin job!  Ya feel me?"

"My dude, don't be all yes massa...and shit.  We doing our job.  You need to wake up and recognize the op I'm givin ya.  Otherwise you might find yoself caught in some muthafuckin crossfire..."

While adjusting his tie, Ahmed reviewed the surveillance footage with Cassandra. He was dressing up for a visit to the nearest Elysium. As a anarch assamite he knew he didn't have much to gain but he felt the visits were still worth his time. "Tell Jamal to give Q the impression he can lure in Jamal to whatever foolish plans he has and to build up a stockpile of guns." He folds out some wrinkles from his charcoal black suit with his hands.

"I slept well. I have some appearances to make. Maintain surveillance of Q's crew while I am gone." Turning on his heel he then headed out of the security room. He headed outside to Q and his group. He took a seat with them "How is it going Q?"
He pulled out a wad of cash from his suit jacket composed of five benjamins. Handing the money to Q he said, "I trust this brings me up to date on payment for your services."

Clearly nervous at seeing Ahmed Q jumps up and stutters while geeting him.  "Ya....yo...hey man.  Shit I didn't know you was in tonight.  Crew!  Get yo shit and head out to Sally's.  Move!"

As Ahmed claimed a seat Q slowly sat down as well.  Glancing to Jamal and licking his lips nervously he takes the wad of cash without a glance or count and slides it into his pocket.  "Yeah we cool my man.  My apologies bout the homies.  We was just catchin up wid Jamal, ya heard?"

Jamal smiles and shakes his head in obvious amusement but otherrwise holds his tongue.  Q pulls out his phone and slides it accross the table.  On the screen is a white woman with reddish brown hair taking pictures of the warehouse  "This snowflake bitch was snoopin around.  My dude tells me she's a reporter doin some shit on revie...revo...buildin up the neighborhood back to where it was.  You want us to show her around?"  The menacing impliccations are not lost on anyone in the room.l
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Q's employer grabbed the phone and held it closer to his eyes for a better view. As he examined the woman's face he spoke "I'd like you to track her down and tied up and brought to Jamal." He sat up and pushed his chair in. "I'll be back later tonight to hear your report on your progress." He headed looked over to Jamal. "I'd like you to drive me to Mr. Towers' now." Using his code word for the Elysium.

"Ain't no thang my dude.  We gots dis."

The malicious smirk spoke volumes of his glee at the command.  Snatching up his phone Q rises and heads out while hooting to one of his gang and rolling his hand inwards towards the door.  As he departs Jamal stands up and shakes his head.  "You know he gonna be trouble before too long.  He's crazy waiting to happen.  Still probably effective.  I'll pull the escalade up front."

Heading to the back Jamal soon pulls the SUV around to the front and waits for Ahmed to join him.  Once inside he heads down thee roads towards the Gulch.  The luxury highrise there was serving as a temporary Elysium while a new mansion was erected in the Franklin area.  It was a short drive, during which Jamal said little other than a few under the breath curse words at some unattentive drivers.  Arriving out front a valet opens the door and nods respectfully to Ahmed.

As he does Jamal looks back, "You want me to wait?  I got some homies nearby that usually have duckets to spend.  I can hit them up and wait for a call if you like?"

Ahmed walked around  the hood of the SUV to get to the front passenger door. He opened the door and sat down and buckled up. Calm and collected he said "I'm already well aware of the situation with Q." that was the only words that. Ahmed said the whole drive to the gulch. He didn't turn the radio on either. On the way there Ahmed was checking himself out in the car mirror making sure he didn't have anything in his teeth and that his hair didn't look messy.

Upon their arrival, Ahmed got out and when Jamal asked a question of him he turned around to face him and replied "Yes go see your customers don't wander too far though." Ahmed then turned back around to face the building and respectfully nodded back to the Valet before heading inside.

Entering the building Ahmed follows the standard path to the private elevator.  As always its "guarded" by what appears to be a blind janitor cleaning the floors.   Any who thought the old gangrel wasn't dangerous were wrong.  His lack of vision was only outdone by his lack of compassion for anyone or anything.  From what Ahmed knew of him his name was Karl and the last name had more consonants than vowels.

Looking towards Ahmed he bws his head in respect and goes back to mopping the floor.  As he does the doors open and Isabella De Orssi steps forth.  The harpy was elegant as always.  Classy black dress, stylish shoes, fancy hair style, impeccable makeup (not that she needed it) and a simple strand of pearls around her neck.

"Ahmed my dear.  I was told you would come by tonight.  Be wary the crown Prince of Nashville is in a mood tonight luv."

Though she says the last with a cynical twist it was clear she only said it that way for any ears listening.  Curling her finger towards her as if to say "follow me" she turns and heads to one of the sales rooms located in the lobby.

Once inside she waits for Ahmed as she pours a glass of what appears to be thick red wine.

Ahmed doesn't say anything he merely calmly absorbs the information Isabella gives him in silent digestion. He's hesitant to follow her but then thinks if some harm was to be arranged to come to him then he didn't think they'd send her to provide it. The anarch tries to appear as casual as one who knows they are unwelcomed by the head of house can be when a lesser resident permits them entrance.  "It's nice to see you, Ms. De Orrsi. I trust your night is going well?"

"Indeed it is or was until fifteen minutes ago.  We have an issue that, unfortunately, must be dealt with.  My apologies young one but you had your minions harm one of the Prince's thralls.  I apologize but the spirits have spoken and you are no longer amongst those who walk the mortal plane..."

With sadness in her eyes she turns away as twin swords materialize out of the darkness and sink deep into Ahmed's neck and stomach.  The brown eyes and dark complexion of Alexei speak of his past deeds.  Smirking he watches as the poison on the blades takes affect.  Licking his lips his fangs extend as he leans forward ready to partake in forbidden fruit.  As he does Isabella turns away and wipes the blood tear from her cheek before closing the door to the private study behind her.

"Good night my sweet prince.  In another life I shall ask for forgiveness from you.  Know that if my heart could feel it would be saddened by your loss.  The world has grown dimmer this night."