Fly By Night
There was no argument from the Goons, and they seemed unsurprised when Liam disincorporated in front of them.
By the time Liam had made it to the bell of the Dorade vent, Augusto was already on deck, facing off against a Tremere agent. The Tremere wore a heavy, thick duster that looked like it was armored. He wore an armband like the Redwatch, only his was white, and instead of the group's flaming tower crest, it bore the sigil of House Tremere superimposed on a fanged skull. Presumably, one of the Witch-Hunters.
He and Augusto had not exchanged words. The Tremere was simply busy drawing a casting circle on the deck with his own blood. A moment later, particles of light began to emanate from the circle. The Witch-Hunter stepped back, and the light coalesced into a form. The man was old-looking for a vampire. His eyes were beady and cold, his head bald, and his expression severe. Van Fokke, nearly in the flesh. His work done, the Witch-Hunter made a quick departure.
"You know," Augusto said. "Zoom works just as well for a face-to-face, and it doesn't mess up my deck. Maybe you can ask one of your neonates to show you how t-"
"You have been disloyal," Van Fokke interrupted. "Holloway and Al-Rashid detonated a fuel-air bomb in my city four nights ago. They could only have received it from you."
"Wait, that wasn't you?" Augusto said, feigning ignorance. "I figured you were working on a new super-spell that went wrong. I haven't sold any bombs that big, and I sure as hell wouldn't sell it to a couple of terrorists like-"
"Spare me your pathetic excuses," van Fokke said. "You have been allowed to remain in this city by the benevolence of the Tremere and you have taken advantage of our good faith. Now you will understand the price of betrayal."
"Hey now," Augusto said, folding his arms. "You touch me, you'll have the entire Giovanni to answer to. I've left all the details of your little world domination plan with people I trust. Not to mention you need me to keep you outfitted with all that fancy ammunition."
"Oh don't worry, we wouldn't dream of harming you," van Fokke said, and gestured with his hand. "And I think we will make do with what we take as reparations." The pier lit up with flashing red and blue lights as the full force of the VFPD descended on Augusto's warehouse. The sound of distant gunfire carried across the waves.
"Think about what you're doing," Augusto growled. "Without my associates, how do you think you'll be able to control the pier?"
Van Fokke shrugged. "A problem for the accountants," he said wryly. "Now take your little boat and leave. If we see you here again, we'll send you on a guided tour of the bottom of the harbour."
"I can't believe you're sacrificing the goodwill between our two clans, and the business relationship we've cultivated, all on an unproven suspicion," Augusto said. "If I could just-" But it was no use. The figure vanished, and the magic circle dissolved in a burst of sparks and flame.
"Aah, fuck," Augusto cursed. Then he turned and shouted up to the bridge. "Weigh anchor. Kill the lights. Get us the hell out of here."
He took a look at the dorade where Liam was hiding, and headed back below decks. In their absence, the lieutenant had returned with a full duffel bag, and a slim vest over his shoulder. He handed it to Liam to try on.
"Guess this'll complicate our future deals," Augusto said. "Unless you want to help me get back at them."