EDITOR'S NOTE: Okay, I admit it, this is a bit late. Blame Sasha. I was kind of busy with the Tulsa business. -New Guy

Hello all, this is Sasha and it's time for a very belated March Houston Accord cell report.  I apologize, as class hasn't been letting up and I've barely had time for work between all the papers and such, let alone accord things.  I just want to let you all know that once finals are done next month, I should hopefully be back up to a better posting schedule, assuming work keeps a normal pace.  This means that whatever happens at meeting this month most likely will be reported late, as finals start on May 3rd.  Ugh, up to my muzzle in papers and it feels like I'm in a school drama.  Anyways, to the report!

I was late this meeting, as I got the email that we were meeting at Ash's place as I was driving to dinner, which is the opposite direction of Ash's place and was out towards the Katy area.  Just a note kids, don't check your email on the freeway, you might almost hit a Red Bull truck too.  So I get there finally after grabbing a burger and am promptly accosted by a puppy before realizing that the mini-freehold is all together again.  Apparently one of the True Fae has become a believer, which is very very very bad and had me in a right panic for a few minutes.  Also our resident paranoid hunter in a wheelchair showed up (who has now been dubbed Wheels by several of the cell) wearing a Trump hat.  There was also an officer meeting going on that since I'm apparently one with the status as Voice that I get to attend that I meandered over to.

In the meeting, there was a proposal that a demon named Waingro (I think that's how it's spelt, stupid name sounds like a fertilizer to me) wanted and I believe there was also a vampire thing going on as well. 

ANOTHER EDITOR'S NOTE: It's Waynegro. 

 As always, please feel free to correct me on these things, my memory can be hazy at times.  Anyways, Waingro wanted us to help him open a hell gate to let him go back home because the cell had gotten some valuable information from him well before I was recruited, and this was his calling in the favor.  We also had a very big threat/thorn in side with a Pure pack, and specifically Broken Maw, their pack leader, that the vampire prince had contacted us about.  It was decided that we would accept the request from the prince, take the locus of the Pure pack that wouldn't be needing it anymore and give it to Waingro in order to open the hell gate.

We split into 2-3 teams, with one dealing with the vampires, one staying at Ash's place to defend the fort (so to speak), and a very combat oriented group to deal with the Pure pack.  In all, the meeting with the vampires went well.  Home front just used the time to shoot the shit and had no real threats happen.  There was recon at the Houston Zoo for the combat team, then the action took place.  The Pure didn't go down without a fight, but the combat team wiped them out mostly, save for a few that escaped into a spiritual realm or some sort of Yu Yu Hakusho stuff.  Some of the combat team pursued them there, but the locus was gotten and delivered to Waingro, who opened the gate and then subsequently was attacked by the Apophis *hiss* thing and got taken to gods knows where.  The team was able to close the gate and the chasers followed the chthulu knockoff to the Bay where they lost it.  Then there was some frantic negotiating with the spirit of finance at JP Morgan Chase and a video hunt for the footage at the Houston Zoo where the pack had been.

In all of this, Wheels had gone out with the combat team.  Apparently he got so scared at the sight of werewolves changing that he shot our Myrmidon in the back, fell out of his chair and kept shooting wildly in the air while Sam (I think that's our Myrmidon's name) was majestically yelling at people.  Wheels apparently was drunk enough to think that hitting one of our own werewolves constituted as hitting one of the Pure weres and that he could brag about it.  He also thought that he was the leader of us changelings in the cell after repeated attempts of us saying no.  Sam caught wind of the bragging and almost smacked him, but Father Frank intervened and calmed both down.  I could almost see the sweatdrop on Father Frank because of how much Wheels reminded him of how he was when he started in the accord.  In all this, I had had enough of Wheels' BS about conspiracy theories and the government being controlled by lizard people (it's not), so I decided to prank him.  I whipped out my laptop, erased his conspiracy bs blog and any cache that it was ever what it was, reregistered the domain and made a little fan page for Pika, the komodo dragon at the Malaysian Zoo.  The page did have a dummy link that lead to a white page that basically said Wheels is a paranoid asshole that I deleted later when I was home sick on Monday.  Most of the annoyed cell members I showed it to got a laugh out of it.  Penny also convinced him to vote for Hillary Clinton.

What ended off the night was a brain/thought scan, as a good amount of leadership think that with all the citadel breeches that's happened recently that we may have a traitor in our midst.  I don't know the results of it, but I'm sure it will come to a head this month.  Also, if Wheels is reading this, no amount of walling yourself in will save you from a changeling who has a knack for hacking, a will to prank, and reflective surfaces.  Expect some Jigglypuff level things.  >:P

YET ANOTHER EDITOR'S NOTE: Sasha, if I find out you're fucking with puny mortals out of some sense of weird-ass whimsical fairy bullshit, I'm going to lace your catnip with iron shavings. -NG