12 May 2008, Somewhere on the Everett Turnpike north of Manchester, 3:30 am

Franz Johan Von Koch drove along just under the posted speed limit of 65mph. The rushing wind past the open window of the BMW ruffled his short cropped hair and carried the smoke from his ever-present cig out into the darkness. He downshifted and took the Hookset exit before heading south into Manchester. Three carefully picked turnoffs removed all chance of being followed and he took off down the back roads into the city.

Upon arrival at Storm Towers, he ducked into the parking deck and made his way into the caged parking area set aside for VIPs. He flicked the cig out the window and grabbed the heavy satchel from the passenger seat. Only the smallest of smiles flashed over his features before he opened the door and dragged the bag out behind him. With a flick of his passcard, he strode into the sub basement level and walked the distance to the elevator, rode the car up to his floor and slipped down the back hall to the rear entrance of his apartment.

As the German Gangrel made his way to the computer in the far corner, Giles, the houseman appeared. The little Frenchman was no more, or less, his usual anxious self. 400 years a ghoul to a line of Toreadors made him quite a bit more that way than someone of Franz's practicality could easily deal with. However, Giles had skills that made him a valued servant. "Sir, how was you evening?" he asked in French, taking the coat and gun as they were handed off.

"Well enough." Franz replied in German. "I have some information here that I would like you to look through. I will leave detailed instructions."

"Of course, Sir."

"Good..." and with that Franz straddled the chair at the simple desk and started flipping through the bag. The first book up was opened and the DVD popped into the reader as he thumbed through the hard copy to a particular page, murmuring "Alarm permits issued between January 1, 2004 and December of the same." His voice fell off and he pulled up another book that had "Onsite Security Personnel - Concord City"

As Giles went about the few remaining chores before dawn, Franz mused and made 10 pages of notes in French for Giles to follow. It had taken 8 months to gather everything, but he might now have enough information at his fingertips to piece together the Concord puzzle, which would bring him rewards from his Prince.

15 May 2008, Left on Jason's answering machine

"Jason. Dis ist Franz. I vould like for you to come along wif me on a small adventure vich you vill perhaps find extremely interesting. Concord ist nice dis time of year, ja?"