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#Lore24 – Entry #298 – Sentinel City by Night #24 – The Kuei-jin Element

From the Journal of Sheba O’Rourke, Private Investigator

“Knew the three that got out of the limo were Kuei-jin the moment I saw them.  Was hard to hear what was being said from my hiding spot over the din of activity in the place but picked up a few words here and there.  Even though the trio looked young, the old man referred to them as something like “most esteemed elders” or something like that.  I ain’t so good at the language, especially this far away.

The first one looked like a teenager; could easily see her in a school uniform instead of that business suit she wore.  Thinking she was Japanese, shorter than the others, dark hair cut straight and neat to her shoulders, the glasses she wore giving her a scholarly look.  Couldn’t quite get what the old man was saying to her, but think her name was Koike.  The other two were twins, man and a woman, not quite identical, but close enough that they might pass for one another had she not been a fair bit curvier than him.  Think they were Chinese, got the name Teng, but that was about all I got, damn truck drove by loaded with scrap metal.

I thought awfully hard about getting closer, but the way the guy kept looking around as if he were on high alert told me to stay put.  I had no clue what kind of extra-sensory abilities these three might’ve possessed, and I didn’t want to find out if I could help it.  The old man, Mr. Wong I gathered, began relating details of the operation I think, escorting the three atop a catwalk, swept his arm over all that could be seen.  Might consider getting a parabolic microphone after this, not that it would be easy to sneak in when I pulled these stunts. 

Still, managed to get some more bits of the conversation here and there, heard some very familiar words being spoken by the Japanese girl:  Cainite, Tzimisce, Sabbat.  Heard her say something about continuing the shipments, about letting them have their fun while it lasted I think, that whatever was going on wouldn’t affect their goals.  Think she might’ve mentioned something else about a Sabbat leader, but I couldn’t get any more cause they’d moved out of range.  The fact that the male twin’s gaze lingered in my direction a few seconds longer before he followed the others gave me plenty of reasons to not try and get closer.

Waited until they were out of sight before I made my exit.  Wasn’t real sure exactly where I needed to go, but going up seemed the best choice.  Wound up coming into the basement of a fancy Korean restaurant.  No Kuei-jin in sight, I slipped out unnoticed by the staff; saw a couple of familiar faces, two of the guys Mr. Wong had spoken to before the elders had showed up, yelling out orders in their native language. Figured this must have been his place. 

Got my bearings once I was outside, got on the first bus I found, left a trail as hard to follow as I could manage.  Don’t think I was followed but couldn’t be too sure.  Was nearly dawn by the time I got back to my apartment, so I’d have to leave my analysis of what I might’ve learned till tomorrow night.”

#Lore24 – Entry #297 – Sentinel City by Night #23 – Down, Down to Chinatown

From the Journal of Sheba O’Rourke, Private Investigator

“I admittedly had little in the way of knowledge about the Kuei-jin, having only met a handful very briefly and under peaceful, if tense, circumstances back in San Diego.  No doubt they schemed just as much as the Kindred tended to, though I could not begin to fathom their machinations in Sentinel City.  Hell, I didn’t even know what they were up to out west.  Playing a long game, maybe, or operating on some completely different kind of level completely.  Whatever the case, I wasn’t sure if the people they had running the chemicals through the city were ghouls or not, or if they even had ghouls.  Their auras didn’t read like ghouls, just regular humans, but I wasn’t entirely sure if my perceptions would even pick them up.

I was a little nervous going into Chinatown, especially when it was stowed away in the back of one of their delivery trucks.  Still, fortune favors the bold, so they say.  The guys in the truck chatted back and forth in Korean; since I’d started my surveillance, I’d picked up on that, Japanese, and several dialects of Chinese, and a few other languages I didn’t recognize.  Not that I’m particularly fluent in any of the others.  Probably something I should remedy one of these nights.

The truck came to a warehouse in short order now that it was empty, and I slipped out once it had come to a stop.  Didn’t see anything special at first, just a whole lot of stuff sitting around to be moved but didn’t take me long to discover a much bigger operation underground.  Saw several forklifts moving product out of a tunnel, so I decided to make my way down it.  Hadn’t spotted any cameras yet but kept my aura perception active in case I came across something supernatural. 

I had to admit, I was impressed with the operation they had going.  They had their own manufacturing operations going, must have been hundreds of people in this facility, making not only the chemicals, but their own drugs.  Looked like some smuggling operations too, given the huge shipping containers down there.  Spotted some larger tunnels with some rails going through them, maybe old subway tunnels that had been rebuilt and repurposed, likely leading all the way to the docks.  Had to hand it to them, they had one impressive setup going.  How it all operated with the number of languages and cultures I could pick out was probably the biggest mystery I’d ever encountered.  Did the Nosferatu know about all this?  If so, had they mentioned it to Sokolova?  How couldn’t they know?  More layers to the onion I needed to peel; would the core be rotten?

I slipped through the shadows on the edges of the operation for a good while, not exactly sure what I was looking for, but finally spotted something that seemed important.  Saw an old man, hunched with age, the classic wizened elder look about it, one eye in a permanent squint, yelling orders to a half dozen young men, who quickly scurried off to see them carried out.  Next thing I knew, a limo drove through one of the larger tunnels, coming to a stop near the old man.  He bowed low as the doors opened, and I got my first look at the Kuei-jin of Sentinel City.”