Hello all of the Houston cell (and those that keep tabs on it), it's time for the Voice report. Let me start off by apologizing for the lateness of the report, as midterms crashed down on me, work has had me scheduled solid for the last few weeks, and I almost got lost in the local goblin market trying to map the place as a favor to another Lost. Today's the first day that I've been able to sit down and truly place my notes down. Anyways, let get to it.
Since we had the citadel compromised in January by the Artemis looking abomination, we were in the process of looking for a new place. Ash volunteered her place for the cell meeting in the interim, and I know a few of us got lost trying to find the place. The wrought iron of the place burned my nose and very nearly my foot trying to get in. Otherwise, we had the biker bar to ourselves. I gotta hand it to ya Ash, the place has some decent Wi-Fi.
We have a new member, one of Jacques' people from what I overheard (speaking of Jacques anybody know where he went? I haven't seen him recently) and a crack hacker to boot. She seemed a bit cautious to me at first, but we ended up being chatty while doing some information scouting. Anyways, New Guy skyped in and Cora was drunk enough to reveal his actual first name. Unlike the anime Death Note, I'm not able to write said name in a book and kill with it, so you're safe there. Not like I would want to anyways. I can however tease you *REDACTED*, and that's good enough for me. :P
We had a report on a New Age writer releasing a truthy book and several new religious organizations applying for 501-3(c) status (tax exempt religious status, for those who aren't privy to the jargon), as well as the old incumbent that Apophis (*hisses*) ran against and won getting his seat back and the "Nessie" of Galveston Bay coming back. Needless to say that I got to do some of the information gathering on these reports.
What we found was that the book, one of the religious new age organizations, and the city councilman were linked somehow (I'll get to Nessie in a bit). I ended up tracking down the Sam Myel author (who's real name is Samuel Johnson; the guy isn't really creative with pen names) via the BS new age organization of which he is head. Cora and Sarah (I think that's her name) went to work contacting him, and Ash ended up shoving a banana up the guy's car tail pipe that The Doc/"Mister" (damn, I am bad with names today) gave her. We tailed him from a bubble tea place and took him with us once the ruffie that Cora slipped him kicked in. On his phone was some dubious messages from the councilman. Samuel is a believer and is currently locked up in Ash's basement/brig. I deny knowledge of any leather, whips, and chains that may or may not be down there.
On the Nessie side, our combative team ran into some legionnaires that had activated one of Apophis' (*hiss*) old creations, fed them another one and are gods know where with it after a chase. There was also a ten minute gap after both teams had left that a Dr. Who-like angel came in, cut the power to the video cameras and stole the Vault box. The fucking VAULT box, which has the typewriter that wiped out about 3/4 of the Lost in Houston while I was still in durance! I seriously hope we can get it back with everything intact, because I don't want to think about what'll happen if we don't. Also, it wasn't a true angel as far as we know, but something else. Looking into it as a truthy thing, but could be a fricking Gentry for all I know.
The Mister was able to procure us a new Citadel site that's huge and out closer to where I live (yay, less driving), so we're currently in the process of getting set up there. Watch your communication lines from the Cell for the updated address closer to the meeting. I also believe he was awarded the Meister position, but I'm not too sure on that. Father Frank also informed us that he had a hand in the new draft of the Combat Readiness protocol, which made much more sense than the previous iteration. We wrapped the night with being a bit worse for wear and whatever was left of the pizza, as well as Cora's booze.
While Febuary was a mess, I can't help but feel like something bigger is coming, and we're just starting to see the outer rain bands of this hurricane. I hope we can hold on and be able to quell the storm before the dirty side hits. Also *REDACTED*, be glad that I'm not "pan"ning over there to super secret mission land, else we'd be honey roasted. :D
Sasha
