Narrator: Aaron heard from Jimmy C that there was some sorta creepy kindred dude out back behind the Anarch bar. Jimmy had been seeing that dude off and on for the past week or so, but didn’t think twice about him being Sabbat until recently. Aaron and Craxus go to investigate.
Aaron: I don’t see any trace of him.
Craxus: You’ve gotta get better, kid. I smell a rat here. Jimmy said he saw some kindred. We gotta investigate. There’s no telling who these fuckers are.
Aaron: Are you sure Jimmy C isn’t pulling your leg? That dude is a card. Once he told me there was a Sabbat pack in his pants. He sure gets loaded for a dead guy.
Craxus: Nope. J.C. is too stupid to come up with something like this. The description stinks of a Sabbat advanced scout. Whoever this guy is, he’s been spying on the Anarchs. See these tracks? It hasn’t even been long. He’s been here recently. Probably could’a shot Jimmy C right in the head.
Aaron: Might be an improvement.
Craxus: Heh.
Narrator: Aaron follows the tracks backwards away from Craxus. The path leads away from the Anarch bar into a wooded area. Aaron calls back as he goes.
Aaron: So let me see. This dude comes to the bar here in Shrewsbury, hangs out here in this tree, just to spy on the Anarchs? And all Jimmy catches is a glimpse? Maybe they are lying?
Narrator: Aaron hears a thump back near Craxus.
Aaron: What was that?
Narrator: There is a moment of silence.
Aaron: Craxus?
Narrator: A wooden crossbow bolt buries itself in Aaron’s chest, nearly missing his heart. Aaron drops immediately, rolling back toward Craxus snapping the bolt off in his chest in the process. Aaron regains his feet immediately and comes running toward the Brujah Primogen to see him staked to a tree ten yards away. One vampire preparing to cut his head off with a fire axe and another just finished reloading a crossbow. Both are clearly Nosferatu AT, rebel scouts.
Nosferatu AT: Stake him! We must find out what he knows before the others arrive!