Observations of Jean-Luc Eclair (Clan Nosferatu, Deputy):

Well, I must admit that the week did not pass exactly as I had thought it had, but I'm pleased with what occured.

A week ago from Saturday, Brood Nosferatu met to take care of rolling the proverbial fecal matter downhill. The masquerade breach has been taken care of by our Brood, and I hold no grudge against Peter for his mistake.

The Sheriff and I talked for a bit. He seemed worried that the Brood would attempt to take Justin on our own. I assured him that I knew of no plans to keep Justin for ourselves.

The capture of Justin certainly didn't involve the whole Brood, although I suspect quite a few from other clans were present. I don't know what happened to make the deal go sour in the bar, but when the merde hit the fan, Justin was making a break for it. Thankfully, Darius, who had been kind enough to act as bait for Justin, was unharmed by him. My Primogen and I decided that the easiest way to prevent his escape would be to simply hold the car back with our bare hands. A good plan, except that a stray shot (I do hope it was stray. I can't imagine much information can be squeezed from a charred corpse, although I suspect that Malkavians and Tremere might have spooky powers to aid them in such ways) almost blew the truck up. Thankfully, it didn't, and the many shots that pierced Justin easily threw him into Torpor. To prevent a masquerade breach, my primogen quickly ran out, snatched the body, and brought it to the Sheriff, who then (after a small gift from Mr. Tayback ! who was nice enough to provide something to wake the quite inanimate body up) with the aid of the Malk Deputy, then proceeded to extract information.

After that, there wasn't too much else of interest. Someone Sabbat seems to have taken a disliking to Mr. Sharp, sending him a head and even announcing that there will be an attack on the city. I'm not quite surpised. The news that 'the Sabbat will attack in the future' seemed sort of, well, anticlimatic and a bit obvious, sort of like, 'the prince doesn't like large crocodiles in the shopping mall' or 'the Toreador might like art'. The Sabbat seem to dislike us as much as we dislike them, and they seem to especially dislike Mr. Sharp. Maybe this time we can take out a few kindred they'll miss instead of flunkies.

I'd like to spill some Sabbat blood that'll be missed.