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September 17th 2001
Atlanta, Georgia
The black 1965 Ford Mustang turned off of Harris Street onto Peachtree Street, its destination was the Hyatt Regency of Atlanta.
Bison had been sent by the Prince to summon his own sire, Desmond Cullen. Bison knew the Irish Brujah would not like the fact his own childe was sent to summon him to one of his most hated rivals, Prince Marcus Thomas. Bison thought back almost 21 years ago when his sire made a play to take the city from the Ventrue, it was Marcus who stepped in and stopped him, it didn't make matters better when Bison agreed to become the Prince's Sheriff. Desmond labeled him a Ventrue in Brujah skin. This one act separated the Brujah clan into three factions. Desmond was the true clan leader and held the one faction, the largest of the three, the second was the Socials the Scholars of the clan who spent most of their time in research and study and the last, Generation B the name taken by those who followed Bison's example, and put old feuds to rest, this was most of the newer Brujah in the city.
265 Peachtree Street NE Atlanta, Georgia. He was here.
Bison pulled the car to the front of the building and saw two of his sires most trusted retainers, Smiles and Dervla. If they were both outside then Desmond would be out soon. Bison parked the car on the street and walked over to the other two Brjuah. Dervla noticed Bison almost the second he crossed the street.
"What do you want Ventrue puppet." Scowled Dervla at Bison.
"Devla, Im here to see our sire, where is he and don't give me a lot of bullshit, it's urgent and I do not have time for your games tonight." Shot back Bison.
"Careful, their Big Guy, your alone and you don't have many friends in this area." Smiles said.
"Smiles, remember one thing, I was doing this game before your mortal father knew what his dick was for, now I will ask one more time, where is Desmond?" Bison glaring at the younger Brujah.
"I am standing behind you, Bison. Getting sloppy, I can remember when no one would of gotten a jump on you like that, not even me." Said Desmond.
"Sire, I haven't gotten sloppy or lazy, I am here flying the white flag, sort to speak, The Prince…"
"You are no longer my childe, you gave that up the night your threw in with the Blue Bloods." Desmond said cutting off Bison.
" Desmond, I am not here to relive that again, The Prince has ordered all Clan Leaders to an Emergency meeting , tonight at 10pm." Said Bison.
"Hmm , so he sends you to fetch me. Interesting, well unlike the other clan leaders I do not fear the Ventrue Marcus Thomas nor his Enforcer's." snarling back at his former childe.
" Sire, I am to make sure you arrive, I do not want it to come to something it doesn't have to." Shot back Bison, who was now clenching his fist.
" I see, well Devla what is on our list of things to do tonight?" asked Desmond.
"Sir, we have to address the teamsters rep's and you have a meeting at 2am." Said Devla.
"So you say 10pm, is this correct, Bison?" venom dripping from Desmond's question back to Bison.
"Yes, 10pm though I do not.."
"Tell YOUR, Prince I will be there, now if that is all good SHERIFF, I bid you good night." Desmond did not wait for a response and got into the back of the BMW.
Bison stood there and watched Smiles and Devla get into the car with the Brujah Elder, and waited till the car pulled away from the Hotel before picking up his phone.
"Bison here, yes Desmond will be there, very good. No go ahead with the address. I have it. Are you sure the Prince will not need me there? Very good, I will be there by 11pm, and tell the Prince thank you for the great honor he has given to me.
Bison hung up the phone. He would now go and see this….. David Shaw, it seemed his sire replaced him with a new childe, but never got the Prince's permission to sire the poor lot. Though Desmond was to powerful to take down for his violation of the Princes laws, his new childe would find his stay as one of the Immortals very short indeed, the Brujah Sheriff started up his car and drove off into the night to make sure the city was safe from his own kind.