"Gangrel's one of the Clans of vampires that's still around. Turn into bats and wolves and stuffs." Jen picks up the cat, who mows irritatedly.

The one in grey is watching them, quietly, now smoking an antique cigarette of a brand now long destroyed.

"Petra is our foreguard. Infiltration is a specialty of hers." Danica's voice is tight. She hates waiting. "Once she reports back we'll have a better idea of what we're up against."