Crashing the Hounds
Joseph and his fourth ghoul arrived nearly at the same time. Giving her orders to help the Hounds outside, he headed towards the nearest entrance.
Ariel looked like he had his claws full as it was, but he also had information. "You can take the wounded to the theater," he told the Gangrel. "Rhys and Bruno are setting up a triage area. They should be able to evacuate through the back alleys easily enough." Especially with his ghouls carrying anyone who needed the help. With his offer extended, Joseph went through the door.
There wasn't much light to see by and he was very glad he no longer had to breathe or that his eyes wouldn't burn with the smoke. He let his ears lead, heading towards any sounds of distress. Part of the building had collapsed and people were trapped. Right now he didn't care if they were Kindred or Kine. He started digging them out as best he could, glad the rubble wasn't too hot to handle barehanded.
Joseph did his best to direct the people he freed to the door. But where the hell was Anastasia?