I'm seated in my office silently, legs up on the desk as I read another bunch of paperwork. You'd think being the Sheriff of a major metropolitan city would mean that you had other things to do other than paperwork. Wrong. Alright, maybe I do have something more to do. Just that I need to do this too and it's the most important of the lot.

Okay, I'm lying. I don't really need to read over this either. Nor do I have anything particularly important to do. I'm currently waiting for more information from either the Nosferatu or the Tremere before I can refine anything else though of course I could just do some information gathering myself or I could go back to training with the men but again, it's not something you want to do too much. The edge that you hone can sometimes be honed too sharp. What I am doing is passing the time in a productive way. Well, more to the point I'm trying to make sure I remember all the facts that I need so that at the bloody council meeting tomorrow I'll be able to answer the Primogen Councils questions. Damn it, why the hell am I supposed to go and answer to a bunch of Elders who don't really do anything beyond backstab one another and annoy me.

I sigh as I open my hands, smoothing out the crumples in the paper that I just caused before I slowly make myself relax. Alright, so I'm not exactly happy with the entire council thing. I can understand the reasoning behind it - in a cognitive, rational sense - but I don't have to like it.

The door opens and I raise my head, looking to see who it is. Sandy walks in, clothed in a stunning white backless gown and smiles at me, walking over to lean forward over the desk. She uses one delicate hand to push my feet off the table before speaking, red full lips breaking apart as she opens her mouth.

"Come on Johnathan, time to go."

I frown, raising an eyebrow as I place the papers aside. "Go? Where?"

"To the theatre. I've got the tickets and Pierre and Janus are already ready. We're all waiting for you, now come on. If you don't hurry up we'll be late."

"Theatre?"

"Yes a theatre. I'm sure you know what that is. Now come on, I have your suit ready."

"Suit?" I chuckle suddenly as I realise how stupid my one word questions must be beginning to sound as she reaches forwards, snagging my gloved hands and dragging me up from my chair. Not that she could do it normally if I didn't want to just that I'm not exactly certain of what is going on. "Why are we going to the theatre and why now?"

"Yes dear a suit" Sandy's speaking to me placatingly, as if I'm about to burst or i'm a child. Neither of which is a nice thought. I'm sure she catches the look in my eyes but she continues as she drags me pass the Prince-given secretary to the next room where a suit is hung up ready for me to change into. "I had it made for you, it should fit." A slight twinkle in her eyes as she next speaks, letting my hand go to unzip the bag that stores the suit. "I have a good eye for figures as you know."

"Sandy, I have things to do. I'm not sure I can..."

A finger placed across my lips shuts me up, nearly as fast as the look in her eyes do. She smiles at me sweetly once more as she begins to pull at my gloves, at last removing them completely from my hands. With that she nods, reaching forwards to my shoulders, tiptoeing as she does so. For a moment her lips are very close to mine and she literally purrs up at me as she pushes the trenchcoat off my shoulders "You've always told me that all of us need to take a break at times, to set the mind at rest. So do you. You need to relax for a while, take a break." For a moment she grows more serious as she steps back from me, waiting for me to finish up with the trenchcoat "Johnathan, you've been pushing yourself too hard. If you don't stop something will break."

I stop, looking at her and then nod slowly at last, turning to the hangers to slide the trenchcoat off and place them on it. I say nothing more, instead reaching for the holsters. As I turn back to her I see she's already got the suit out of the bag. That's when I note the rest of the items brought within the bag, including a beautiful shoulder holster and a shirt along with a bow-tie. Oh Christ, a full black tie suit. I look to her and she just smiles, waiting and I glance to the door pointedly.

"Still shy Johnathan? Oh very well, I'll wait for you. Just don't take too long." With a smile she places the items back on the rack and turns away, leaving silently without another word and shutting the door behind her.

It doesn't take me that long to change into the clothing. I note the holsters exactly suited for my Glock though it comes with a Glock itself. I slow down long enough to skim through the gun and double check that it's in working condition before I slide it on, noting that it's a lot nicer than mine, more a gun you'd expect someone wearing a suit like this would wear. Of course the knife and the gun down each of my legs aren't but no one will be seeing those. Hopefully.

She's waiting for me outside along with Pierre and Janus who both seem to have arrived whilst I was changing. I'm surprised she's managed to get both of them into suits - at least I think it's a suit that Janus is wearing, it's hard to tell when he has such high Obfuscate. It must have cost her a packet to get that other one tailored for Pierre. Still, it looks good on him - so long as you ignore the wings poking out his back or his face. Then again, you could the same for both of them - though I would never do so. I watch both of them give me the once over as well as Sandy before they nod and shrug to the look on my face. Sometimes the things she makes us do... but then the whirlwind hits us all and we're downstairs and in the limousine that is waiting for us. It doesn't take too long for us to arrive at the theatre where Janus slides a new face on. Pierre smiles at us for a moment before he lets himself fade away from sight. I just straighten up and wait as the door opens.

Janus exits first, offering Sandy his hand and then they link up as they head out. I hesistate for a moment to let Pierre a chance to go out before me so that the door doesn't close on him. It's nearly automatic now, we've done this scene before a few too many times to count. Once that's done I move outwards, letting the porters deal with the door as I move to catch up with Sandy and Janus. I take a stand a few feet behind of her to her free left as I walk, scanning the crowds. Luckily we're using the side entrance - something that Sandy seems to have dealt with as we go in. If not there would be a number of photographers here on opening night which could make things difficult for Janus.

We sweep upwards to the box she has reserved for us, stopping only long enough for her to speak with a few of her friends. I play the silent one as usual, just hanging back and watching the area as I let my eyes continue to walk over those around. I'm not too surprised to note half the Toreador clan easily in sight including the current Primogen Castlerock. I note his ghoul, the one that he keeps with him all the time hanging slightly behind him even as I continue scanning the area. I'm not surprised to note him walking over to us after a few moment, it's only polite when you have the Sheriff and 3 Elders standing in the same area.

He stops next to us with just a tilt of the head before he begins speaking. "A pleasure to see yourselves here. I must admit that I had not expected such an entourage within these walls this night. I have hopes that you will enjoy the performance this night."

A slight curtsy from Sandy at the bow along with a nod from Janus. I just give the man a slight nod as I once more scan the area, not really giving a damn whether it was the correct amount. Of course he'd know that so he wouldn't really worry about it much, still I like the man. For an art fag at least he's helped out with a few things that I needed done once I entered my job. The man seems to dislike the Sabbat quite a bit, then again from what Janus has let drop there is some amount of past history of animosity between them. That and the fact that Stone was from his clan must rankle a bit which is why I wouldn't be surprised if every one of his clan has had their minds probed within the last few weeks.

I continue scanning the crowd for a few moments more, listening to the 3 do the small talk bit. I don't add anything to it, mainly because I don't do very well at small talk. It doesn't take long for Castlerock to finish this bit and then we're in the box, shutting the door silently behind us. I check that the curtains are drawn before I nod and Pierre slides into view. I chuckle quietly, leaning back and then glance to Sandy. "Nice Boss."

She gives me one of those "Don't start" glares and then walks over to Pierre to chat with him. I just shrug at Janus who chuckles at me, pointing out some part of the architecture and murmuring something about its history. I listen in to him, mainly because there isn't a reason not to. Well, okay so I've picked up a bit of interest in these things too over the years and information about this city - whatever kind of information it is - is useful.

It's not long before we get shaken from our reverie as the music begins to play as the orchestra gets itself ready. I nod to the others and move ahead, letting Pierre take his time behind the curtains to get ready. Before I step aside and hold the curtains open for everyone. I take a seat soon afterwards, giving the place one last scan before I turn my attention to the musical. It's not a bad one, I must admit I like the music. I do fidget slightly however, especially when they start playing around with prop guns. Just because I know they aren't real doesn't mean that I can't fidget. It's just, I don't know, paranoia I guess. I glance around quietly, scanning the crowds and my friends and note that the others don't feel too comfortable about it either. Luckily the particular scene is over quite soon and I begin to relax once more. The Act comes to a close, the break is called and I stand silently, my gaze tracking quickly over the mortals down below us. I shake my head at last, stepping away from the balcony and walking back into the waiting room with a raised brow to my friends. I wonder if we're going down into the lobby to socialise for a moment or perhaps I should say if they will socialise since I'm not really a people's person.

We're moving, down stairs to the foyer. I shift quietly, moving to let the others go first. I don't get a chance as my arm is taken by Sandy as she leads me through the doors. We're halfway down the stairs when I freeze. Someone's blowing a cold wind down my neck and my hand itches to go for the gun at my side. I turn, letting my eyes flicker over those around quickly and then again, consciously searching for something more in the crowded foyer. I can feel Sandy pulling my arm and I move with her, still scanning the crowds. Something's wrong.

I turn my head, searching the faces of my friends for a moment. I can see the slight tightening of Janus's hand, the flickering eyes in Sandy's even as she leads me out of the way. We're staying close to the wall, letting Pierre keep up with us even as we search for what it is. It's not just me then, there's something out there that shouldn't be. I keep on scanning the area, my eyes flickering over those around, waiting for my instincts to kick in and draw them to where they are.

We all have our own ways of thinking, of searching. I know, without seeing that Pierre will be slowly, methodically searching the groups, working out who is a threat and who is not. Slow, careful, methodical. He gets the job done and he gets it done right. Janus will be trying to gain a complete and overall view of the place, placing each person within that memory of his as he searches for references to their original position, searching for lines and drivers and whatever the hell he uses till he finds what is wrong. Sandy, ah dear old Sandy's eyes are just darting over the group again and again, working them over and over in her mind as she tries to think and analyse what is wrong. Quicksilver in thought and actions our dear Sandy.

And me? I'm you're Gangrel so what do you think? I search for them with my conscious mind, hunting for what's up. But that's not my secret, that's not how I'd find them if I do. It's my instincts, the Beast within, the part of us that is still primitive man and intuition that will get me what I need to know faster than my eyes. Of course if I don't search for it it's not going to kick in, but it's that feeling deep down inside your bones that says - that's it - that will give me the locations.

Except it doesn't. Not this time. Slowly the breeze passes, slowly that feeling of something wrong disappears. Whatever it was, whatever it is out there that came along is gone. I can hear the murmured words of Sandy next to me, saying something to the man she's found to talk to. I can see Janus going to get himself a drink - and perhaps to see more of the crowd. But somehow, I know the threats gone. I shake my head, wondering if it's just a play on my imagination again. It happens, sometimes it does happen - when I'm wrong. Yet, the others felt it too. No, there was something going on here.

The bell goes, telling all of us to go back. I'm not really good company for the rest of the break. I talk, I answer questions but I'm mulling things over in my mind. Hell, for the rest of the Musical I'm not really there, hunting for an answer in my memories. I don't get one, which annoys me slightly but there's nothing I can do about that. Somethings out there, we'll never get answers for. It won't stop me from trying for the rest of the night but it won't give me any answers. Well, at least I'm not worrying about the meeting with the Prince and the Council tomorrow.