New Guy gets a new gig.

If the best leaders are the ones who don't want the position to begin with, that must make me George Fucking Washington by now. A year after I was first 'recruited' into The Accord, I somehow wound up in charge of the cell as a sort of backup thing when Brayker couldn't make it. Two years later, I'm the official Cavalry Cell Leader.

At this rate, I'll be running a division by next year, and the year after that, someone's going to put me on the High Council, and this is the kind of life I live now.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

So yeah. If you haven't been paying attention to the local list, Apophis started talking about replacing Brayker as cell leader- which, to be fair, was an entirely legitimate issue, since Brayker's running around doing MIB shit. And, because the Cavalry is a model cell (no, really), we were able to actually work this out in an organized and democratic manner. Seriously, people have been been murdered in other cells over this sort of thing.

But yeah. Once everybody got together, the first thing on the agenda was a debate over just who should be in charge. Apophis stepped forward, I was nominated, as was Dr. Watts. The three of us wound up sitting in front of everyone else and fielding questions in what was pretty much the worst episode of the Dating Game ever. “Contestant number one, just how many people have you murdered in the past three hundred years?”

After the debate, Father Frank put together a vote, and, after an initial tie and a runoff (you can thank Bob the Hobo Werewolf for writing in “Batman,” and screwing things up), I was chosen to be the new Cell Leader.

FUCK.

Not that I wasn't kind of doing the job off and on before, but still. Rest assured, I'm going to do everything I can to keep things running smoothly, and to keep the lot of you horrible monsters alive, but it's not like being the Commanding Officer of the Monster Squad was something I dreamed about doing when I was a little kid.

But anyway! We had a bunch of new faces show up tonight- some changeling girl named Sasha, Penny's new half-vampire “assistant,” Dr. Watts' newest apprentice Tyra, a vampire named Dracs, and Dammit the Wizard.

On to the business of the evening! Kendrick made contact with the lady from LDI we met with a few months ago. She's not too happy about us wrecking up her Truthy mad science experiments from awhile back, so she's been leaning on our contacts, trying to apply a little pressure. Apparently, in restitution, LDI wants us to capture a mummy (one of the walking around ones) for them, so they can do more mad science bullshit. This is going to be a problem we're gonna have to deal with. The lady we're talking to isn't a Believer or anything (yet), but she's also just the middle woman on the proverbial pyramid- we're gonna have to find out who's pulling her strings, and work to throw a wrench into the gears from there. I'm mixing my metaphors like I'm mixing my drinks right now. Shut up.

Dammit the Wizard (who's like a super creepy death-wizard or something) went on about how he'd found some corrupted artifact at the funerary museum, so Jacque and Weylin and Wolf (who is not a werewolf) and Ethan took off to investigate. They found the artifact had been turned into a tear. Jacque called me up asking for that block of black metal we had laying around in the vault- so I grabbed that, along with a posse of other people who weren't doing anything (seriously, like hell I'm gonna travel alone to a Tear if I can help it). With the added fancy-power of the second group, we were able to close the Tear. Go team.

Of course, when we started heading out of the museum to chase down another lead, we got fucking ambushed. Things got pretty hairy, and once again, Wolf (who is not a werewolf) did a bang up job of keeping everyone alive while Weylin, Ellen the Sharkgirl, and myself killed the Truth goons who were sent to attack us. They were decked out in full out combat gear- by their tattoos, I think they'd been in the French Foreign Legion, so it looks like the Truth is calling in some hardcore sons of bitches to go after us. We (or, rather, Ellen) took one alive, at least- he's being held in a secure offsite location right now- those of you with, let's say, 'persuasive' methods should go and have a chat with him, see what you can find out.

All and all, I guess it's an okay start to my term as the Cavalry's Cell Leader. None of our people died, we managed to off a couple of Servants, and closed a Tear. Good job, people. Hell, if we can keep this up, maybe we can actually win this damn war, and then I'll just disappear and never have to worry about any of you crazy monster bastards ever again.

That's about as inspirational as I get.