Off the Atlantic Coast of Florida

As the stars shone down from above, Thomas Gedler sat on the deck of the massive yacht Night Home, lounging blissfully, watching the shore. The other occupants of the boat were either his childer, his ghouls, or his mortal sycophants; like all power-hungry Ventrue, Thomas felt most secure when surrounded by followers. "So, Erik, you truly believe this city will be so easy to take? I have it on good authority that the Sabbat have sent one of their mightiest to conquer it. We must be swift if we are to get a good grip before whatever lunatic the Sabbat have sent can get a foothold."

Towering next to Thomas, stood Erik Richten, a Brujah who fit the stereotypical image of his clan perfectly. His long, unkempt hair was pulled back, he wore black pants and a sleeveless back shirt. He wore studded, black leather bands on both wrists, and carried a powerful Desert Eagle handgun in a shoulder holster. His thuggish appearance ended, however, at his cold, calculating, grey eyes, which revealed a startling level of intelligence for someone who looked so much like a thuggish brute. He stared toward the shore, sliding his gaze down the unending row of lights from horizon to horizon. "Yes, this city will be a walk in the park, if we move swiftly. If we give the Sabbat time to get entrenched and gain the allegiance of the local kindred, we will have a vicious war on our hands."

A nubile young woman in a bikini, face expressionless from being Dominated for years by Thomas, brought a large beer to each man, then stood motionless besides them, awaiting any further opportunity to serve. The two continued their discussion on how best to take the city. Soon, the boat turned and headed towards the shore. Hotel reservations had been made until a suitable home could be established, and an Elysium founded.

Meanwhile, far above, a running lights of a Boeing 747 slowly descended towards the Palm Beach International Airport...

In the skies above West Palm Beach

The stewardess in the first-class of the flight had decided early into the flight to avoid spending any more time than absolutely necessary in her section. Every one of the passengers in first class had a terrifying aura to them; together, they frightened her half to death by their mere presence.

Oswald Kezlizky, a Lasombra with aspirations of becoming Archbishop of the quilt of lights unfurled beneath them, lounged the front window seat, a pale form clothed in black. The prospect of an air flight had worried him at first, but he was as at ease now as he was anywhere else. The flight had been spent quietly discussing the plans with his head templar, an Assamite named Itzak Exstein. The rest of first class was occupied by a few more templar, several Assamites of the Black Hand, and a handful of Tzimiche and Lasombra overseers and lieutenants who would be integral towards establishing the Sabbat grip on this city.

After checking the no one outside first class could hear them, Oswald spoke quietly to his entourage. "Dawn comes soon, brethren, so we will stay at the hotel for the day. Tomorrow night, we will put our plan into action. Certainly, a city this size has some sizable population of kine. Our task is merely to find them and mobilize them, and the Camarilla children will find themselves without a leg to stand on."

Throughout West Palm Beach

In the sprawling urban area below, stretching from West Palm Beach city proper for many miles in every direction, the forces of random chaos came out to play. Before the sun arose, dogs began howling for no apparent reason. By late afternoon the next, crime had already hit a new record high. As the sweltering heat of a typical Florida day wore on into the similarly oppressive night, Kindred awoke from their slumber all over the city. All felt a strange, oppressive presence settle over the place they called home. Those who had come from other cities knew the feeling well. A power struggle was soon to be underway. Some wanted in, some wanted to ignore it, but all could sense it, like a cresting wave moments from crashing down.