In a parking lot, Simone sat in her car, the E-type Jaguar lit by dimming streetlights and the faint glow of the strip of motels and bars across the street. This part of town had cheap rent, and attracted businesses that kept long hour and asked few questions. It was hardly her preferred part of town, but she had to be here to prepare for the schemes coming later tonight. At the moment she was more bored than afraid of anything, a little bit of magic could sense those with ill intent around, and another little bit made it easy to fashion a few stacks hundred dollar bills which could smooth all sorts of more mundane problems.

She had put the word of the plan out through the usual channels, leaving the details vague. The message said that she had found a place of great potential power, a location where the boundary between the mortal world and the Umbral realms was paper thin. Mages knew it as a node, Garou called it a caern, but both would be interested. For now she had left out where it was, both to avoid competition and also to prevent the Tremere from catching on. They were clever schemers, and they had managed to keep this detail of their Chantry hidden for long enough, but they were prone to overestimating their own importance and power, overlooking interests that fell outside the sphere of their millenia of vampiric court intrigue. 

If there was one group that Simone worried about most right now, it was those pesky men in black suits. Thankfully, Virtual Adept networks were usually secured against them, and the rumors among the Garou rarely fell into the their surveillance webs, but there was no way to be sure they wouldn't show up. All she could do was wait and rely on her senses (natural and supernatural) to alert her to the dangers. Someone would come by soon and ask her about the job, or even contact her with correspondence if they too had magic, but at this moment she did not know who it would be.