Sneaking 'cross country

So it took just over a week to get across country.

See, Krieger Klein put out a Call to both Anarchs and Brujah to come help out against a Sabbat assault. How could Johnny say no?

But the problem is that Johnny is wanted by the FBI and has no cash. So Johnny had to hitchhike and sneak on buses. That was not fun at all. Fuck, but Greyhound buses smell. Not as bad as the bus stations though. Goddamn those stink. Really easy to feed and all, but when you actually have to stow in the luggage for a few hours, you really get to appreciate First Class.

So it took a little more than a week to do it. Saw some of the worst of humanity, but it's gonna be nothing compared to seeing the worst of Kindred. Trained and patrolled with Krieger earlier in the summer and tangled a time or three, but it ain't gonna be nothing like the major push they are supposedly gonna launch any night now. Gonna see the worst of us all and Johnny has gotta kill 'em, or be killed.

More trouble at home

The crap just never gets better.

So Johnny was able to figure out which girl was the one that had to have made the accusations. Turns out everything about her was fake, not just her hair color or her tits (graduation present from daddy). Her driver's license came back fake. Her Social Security number turned out to be fake. Everything we dug up, fake. Hell, her SSN turned out to link up with some middle-aged woman up north.

So we track back to the producer that fucked up. Turns out he's dead. Freshly murdered hours before we get there. Probably a damn trap too, 'cause the cops showed up minutes after Johnny and Simon did.

Gonna have to get out of town for a while, 'cause this shit is too much. Afraid that Johnny is going to have to call in that favor with Prince Gideon daVinci up north just to solve this problem and Johnny don't want to have to do that. Fuck.