Cash on arrival Who: Mike & Carrick (+ NPC) What: A purchase/ hostile takeover of assets When: Friday night Where: Camilla's house and Carrick's house Rating: TBC
Carrick had developed a cold and reptilian patience as the centuries passed. Camilla Marsters had agreed to call him a week after Michael had been brought to him for a private viewing. He was determined that nobody else would be allowed to purchase the boy, but he knew that to press the matter with Camilla would only rouse the weretigress' anger. So he waited... though he admitted grudgingly to himself that he was checking his phone for missed messages far too many times a night.
The message finally came on the middle of the day on Friday. Carrick was asleep of course, and the muted beeping of the phone did not wake him as he lay corpse-cold and motionless in his bed. When sunset came and his pale eyes flicked open, he gave a viciously sharp smile.
The phone on his nightstand had flooded the room with cold light. The message on the screen read:
Damn you, Spartan. Broker called. Other buyers dropped out, so willing to negotiate. Meet me 10 pm, the Marsters' estate. CM.