"The yacht is called Desafío. She's anchored right there off the shore, to the south of the Arch." Nicky pointed out the boat and Karrde swung his binoculars to look.
It was just past one in the morning. He, Nicky, and Geier were in a room overlooking the Arch and the park, trying to get and understanding of the opposition.
"I've got it," Karrde said. "I don't see anyone in sight on the boat. The park looks empty, so…wait, there, in the trees just to the south of the Arch, someone's skulking around down there."
"That's gonna be Stokes," Nicky said. "He works the woods for security. Big dumb mutt of a Ronin. I think he's probably of Bone Gnawer blood, but even they don't claim him."
"So that's the werewolf who came into my home?"
Nicky shrugged. "Unless Deevers has more than one working for her, I'd say it's a good bet."
"Good," Karrde said. His voice was frigid enough to send a chill down the spine of his allies. "You guys stay up here, give me about fifteen minutes to clear the dead wood down there, then follow me in."
"As long as you don't kill Deevers, Karrde," the Prince said. "She's my responsibility."
With a nod, the Garou started for the door.
"Good luck out there, Karrde."
"It game time, Nicky…the name's WarCry."