November 23, 1800. 3:32 a.m.
Alps Haven
Amy paced around the foyer in agitation. Should she go and get them? It had been nearly two nights. But how? She didn't have a horse. And she wasn't a Gangrel who could run up and down a mountain without breaking a sweat. Maybe send the ghoul? She had walked all the way from Amsterdam, hadn't she?
Just as she was resolving to send Ana down to Geneva after the others, she heard the unmistakable sound of hoofbeats on gravel. She ran out the front door faster than she had ever run in her life.
"Carid! Michaela!" she cried as the two rode/ran up to the house. "Are the others with you?"
"Yeah." the Tzimisce answered, swinging off her horse and tethering it to the railing in her usual manner.
As if on cue, Sugar, Sharma, and Cathy rode up the gravel path.
"The others are still a ways back." Cathy announced. "The carriage always takes forever."
"I'm so glad you're all back!" Amy smiled, relieved. "The Society is in Geneva. According to my readings, it's a major European stronghold!"
"No, REALLY?!" Carid's voice absolutely dripped with sarcasm.
"You found them?!"
"Actually, they found us." Michaela said darkly.
"We have to do something, and fast." Carid informed her roomate. "There are NO vampires in that city. None whatsoever. The Society is at our back door."
Amy looked utterly shocked.
"Once the others get here, we have to get to work."