Events of Sept.12
Well, Mr. Diary,I'm back. I just had the weirdest adventure. I've got to write it down, just to get it all straight in my mind.
Okay, beginning at the beginning. I got home from work one day, and there was a letter waiting for me from Roxanne. That's not that unusual; we exchange letters occasionally, but this one was unusually cryptic, almost like something Dr. English would write, bending over backwards to avoid giving anything away. It said, simply, to go see some man named Mr. Forteau, and gave an address. She owed him a favor, and wanted me to make good on it for her. Needless to say, I would. There's not much Roxanne could ask of me that I would not give willingly and without question.
Anyway, it wasn't to late, so I headed over to Mr. Forteau's house. Nice place, up by Jordan Lake. I got there, and was directed around back after I rang the bell. Funny, now that I think about it, somebody who showed up a few minutes later kept saying the doorbell was broken, but it worked fine for me.
Anyway, I went around back and found two men sitting on the back porch. I opened my mouth to say something, when suddenly this guy faded in out of nowhere to stand next to me on the porch. My jaw dropped and my words were left unsaid. The new arrival (who later introduced himself to me as Daedalus) started talking about some girl who'd gotten in trouble with Big Brother. Her name was KC. About then, two more men showed up, followed shortly by a werewolf carrying a girl (different girl).
I couldn't really follow what was said next, since I knew none of the referents, but then Mr. Forteau, the Garou, the girl and the other man who'd been on the porch when I got there went inside, leaving us other four staring around in confusion.
They came back out a short time later, and Mr. Forteau said he needed the other girl. He looked around at all of us, then said something to the effect of 'you all owe me. Go get her.'
Daedalus was happy to oblige. He'd tried to leave already, but Mr. Forteau had literally stalled him until he gave the rest of us our marching orders. If I'd still had any question that I was in the company of mages, it had been dispelled.
We all piled into a nice car that went much faster than it should have been able to. The guy who thought the doorbell was broken drove. I wasn't sure that was such a good idea, but we arrived at our destination still in one piece. Anyway, we followed Daedalus'' motorcycle. I think people were casting seeker-spells en route, because when we started, we didn't know where we were going but we got there. Also, we were so preoccupied during the drive we didn't even introduce ourselves; we spent our time wondering who this person was we were trying to find and rescue.
We ended up at the edge of a woods somewhere north of Durham. We all got out of the car and found our ay blocked by four men wearing black. I looked at them, I mean really looked, and I saw there was something missing from them. Their souls. I passed this on to the rest of the group, because it was too scary to keep to myself.
Well, the four men pulled out guns. And we without mine. And after going to the trouble of getting a concealed weapons permit, too. That's a mistake I won't make again in a hurry.
From my point of view, the fight was pretty hazy. I saw one of the people I came