Yi steps into the safehouse after Roger, fumbling a bit with this new jacket around her shoulders. Other than the fact that it's... well... really nice, and has a lot of spots her mind is coming up with to hide things, she still has her old jacket to think about. The one that is actually dedicated to her form.

Roger steps into the safehouse, letting Yi in behind him looking like a mini-Roger at this point. "Honey! I'm home!" He calls into the safehouse.

Salem comes down the stairs, in the process of tying his hair back. "Evening, Roger," he says evenly.

Yi folds up her previous thin blue jacket covering, and hangs onto it. Indeed, dressed now in a trenchcoat that drops to the lower leg, just add sunglasses and she could be one of those cast for Matrix XVII. Or whatever.

Roger looks up to Salem then back to Yi, then over the rest of the house. "Um... aren't we supposed to be getting the troops rallied up tonight?"

Lyra comes up the street, eyes cast on the ground. She didn't want to lose it completely in front of Renee. Scary Renee. Like some child from a bad horror movie who- Oh. Lyra stops walking as she approaches the door to Walker House, and steps up to it, pressing the buzzer.

Yi turns around at the buzzer, glancing up to the screen above. "Lyra. I'll let you in," she says over the intercom with a quick buzz in.

Salem arches a brow. "That _was_ the idea, as far as I'm aware." He pushes up his coat sleeve slightly to get a look at his watch.

Roger turns quickly about to open the door, but Yi beats him to it. At Salem's words Roger heads to the rec room. "Well, I for one am not going to stand around and wait. I'll be sitting instead."

With a grateful nod, the Chinese cub slips inside quickly. She pulls her hood down, looking around at everyone, settling her gaze on Yi. "(Hello, miss,)" she says with a shaky smile.

Yi, despite her "I should kill someone now" look, smiles at the cub. "(Just go with Yi. I don't normally need formalities.)" She motions the cub to go on in to wherever she may wish, briefly noting that not-quite certain smile on Lyra.

Salem pauses a few moments to cast a glance over the cub, then leaves Yi to handle her while he, like Roger, heads into the rec room.

In the Rec Room, Roger lounges on the couch, and turns on the TV, getting quickly to the local news.

Renee hits the buzzer on the front door, then looks up at the video camera. Waiting to be let in.

As if on cue, John makes his way down the stairs from his apartment. There's a trenchcoat on the man, but the usual street uniform is rather different, now. Dark greens, rather than black, in a cut similar to fatigues. A small pack over his shoulder, bulging in places. The holsters are in evidence, whenever the coat moves to allow a glimpse underneath. He doesn't say anything to anyone, but moves instead to open the door for Renee.

Lyra turns at the sound of the buzzer, and sees Renee's face on the screen. Blanching, she quickly heads to the basement, bumping into Yi. "Sorry, sorry," she says quickly, before practically fleeing.

Yi just glances after Lyra again, before buzzing Renee in. "Hello," she greets quickly before closing the door once the galliard cub has come in too.

Renee makes her way inside and rumbles a curt hello to the room in general. The girl is carrying around a backback and sets it down, before inspecting John. "Geez. You're certainly packin' in the firepower. Whatcha planning to do with all of that?"

Salem paces the length of the rec room, restlessly, thumbs hooked into the pockets of his jeans.

Owen is making his way to the door from the outside even as Renee steps on in. "Hold it, please," he grunts as he tries to catch the portal. He's in his usual attire but is carrying his duffle bag.

Yi just continues to act as this doorwoman of sorts, mildly annoyed but probably just used to it. Yes, hello, come on in... Once Owen's in, she shuts the door behind him and shakes her head once. Still with the jacket in hand, she makes her way to the Rec Room with a glance towards the basement.

Soon after Owen arrives, James does as well. He pushes the buzzer and leans his head down a bit so the camera can get the while thing instead of just the lower part of his face.

John eyes Renee thoughtfully for a moment. "Kill people. It's what we do." He looks up toward Owen, as the two Get make their way in. The duffle bag is duly noted. "Right, well. Soon as Kaz gets in, we gear up and move out. Scouting, part 2."

Owen makes his way down to where the others are gathering, finds a spot to sit and set his bag down (resulting in a few clanging sounds of metal and wood banging together), and leans back against a wall.

Salem reaches the end of the rec room, turns, and -- noting the activity in the lobby -- paces back toward the doorway and out.

Renee flashes her teeth in more of a snarl, then a grin. "Sounds like fun," she rumbles. Moving out of the way, the cub drags her bag into a corner and sits down.

Roger clicks off the Tv and decides to head back to the main room as well at this point.

Yi finally, after seeing all the gathered bruisers in the lobby, hangs around the edge of the group and listens in from the doorway between the rec room and the lobby.

After making herself comfortable, Renee pulls a sketch bad out of her knapsack and a pencil that is little more then a nub. Tools in hand, she starts drawing.

A single bright green eye peeks in the crack of the basement door, trying to see who was in the room and where. Four-Leaves stops herself from growling when she sees Renee. But Renee looked preoccupied, so...the Philocub slips out from behind the basement door, padding as softly as she could towards the rec room, where Yi is.

Yi glances over at the gathered, and finally puts out the question. "So, what is the general plan? A hit and run?"

John looks about the room, thoughtfully. "It's up to Kaz, but I know what I'll be participating in, and what I won't. It's common sense, so listen up. If you can point out flaws, feel free to adjust. Nothing's fixed, yet. We still know jack shit about these guys."

Salem leans against the wall near the rec room and folds his arms across his chest, listening.

The familiar form of Alicia shows up on the monitors as she reaches over, buzzing for entry.

Owen says nothing at this points, instead leaning over to open his duffle bag to withdraw a shotgun and a cleaning kit. He busies himself, while listening, with taking the gun apart for maintenance.

Roger steps in beside John, and hands him some glossy print outs from his trench coat. "Satelite photos. I'm not positive on the date for them though... they're something at least."

Glancing about, Yi looks up at the buzzing intercom and into the monitor. Right, there's a more readily familiar face. Sliding around the grumpy gathered, she buzzes Alicia in as well. "Come on in." The Gnawer is serious now, and promptly moves back to her spot between the rec room doorway and the lobby.

Striding inside once the Gnawer lets her through, the Urbran Child of Gaia crosses her arms as her chin tilts up a tad. "Hey guys." She says after a clear of the throat. She trains her eyes upon the three Walkers, offering only a slight inking of a smile.

Roger allows a look over and nod towards Alicia, something resembling a grin touching his features, but only barly.

Four-Leaves slips past Yi into the rec room, pacing about it slowly. Her ears flicker as the woman speaks, and crawls under the pool table, watching Yi. This didn't look like the time to talk to her...damn.

Salem gives Alicia a nod, then shifts his attention back to John. Echoing the questions she had asked Roger earlier, Yi gives John the typical safety queries. "And escape routes are planned? People appointed to wipe out tracks and lay false trails?" The ragabash glances briefly to the rec room's interior, brow raised at Lyra under the pool table.

Renee continues to sketch in her corner, occasionally looking up and keeping tabs on the current conversation.

John wets his lips, and takes the photos - looking them over. "This isn't meant to be a big raid. Just in and out. Vans for transport and escape. Just a testing of what we can do, and how they'll respond to a threat. Kaz has a gift that allows her to call creatures of the Wyrm to her, and we want to see how powerful it is, and how they respond to it. Hopefully, we won't need to run like fuck, but if they decide to all come out at once, we sure as hell will. They have the numbers to have three patrols in one section of the bawn, pretty much constant. We wouldn't be even a challenge."

"We ganna be picking 'em off one by one or something? Hack a lil bit at 'em and see if we can wade through the mess over time?" Alicia asks, gaining a voice as she draws a hand back through her hair. "Or do we plan on getting one big group together and charging in on the next full moon?"

You are occupied, Four-Leaves says in response to the glance. I'd like to talk to you, but it is not as important as what the others are talking about.

Jamethon reveals a large canister hanging in his trenchcoat. "I'd open this, but everyone in this room would run coughing. It's pure ammonia. When I break this bad boy open everyone with lupine noses anywhere near it will /wish/ they were dead."

Yi hunhs quietly. And that doesn't even count any possible tainted humans, spirit help, materialized bad things... We're gonna die, Yi thinks silently to herself. But to the cub, she motions for her to come over anyway and talk to her. If but with silent lupus language, or with a human whisper.

Kaz's buzz is brief, and to the point.

Jamethon turns to allow the Gnawer in.

Kaz says, cheerfully, "Yo," as she hauls her burlap sack in with her. Seeker has arrived.

Jarred glowers from his seat.

Four-Leaves cants her head, then scrambles out from under the pool table. She comes up behind Yi, brushing the ragabash's hand with her nose. It is about...Sees-True-Nature, the cub says softly. She and I had a discussion which has worried me greatly. About humans, and killing. She told me...that at the gang fight, she killed some. That Bridge-Mender killed. And that humans are for killing and eating, and- Four-Leaves becomes more and more upset as she speaks.

Owen double checks all the moving parts once more before popping the gun back together. "I've got four rounds, all told, of silver buckshot. I'm kinda tired of carrying it around unused." He gives Kaz only a short look as the metis arrives.

Seeker quietly enters the safehouse and joins the gathering, listening to the conversation to see what the plan is.

John clears his throat, and continues. "Gameplan's up to Kaz, as always, but I want us pretty far from the bawn. That's a high concentration, there, and if it doesn't get 'em all, some are going to want to know where there buddies are going. I've got Salem and Roger as sniper-teams - I want 'em paired up with bruisers in case something nasty wants to materialize behind 'em while they're working. Whatever we get in our net will need to be put down /quickly/. Odds are they'll outnumber us, so snipers slow 'em down, silver to give us a head start, and if we've got any left, to finish off whatever's playing dead. I want this /reasonably/ out in the open. Got a cop kin who'll make sure we're not too disturbed by human police. And open means we don't get ambushed. The first scouting showed that they like to encircle. Which means they're clever."

Kaz shoots a vaguely alarmed look at the rec rom, but picks up on what John's saying, first. "No shit this ain't gonna be on the Bawn. And somewhere that /funnels/ them to us but gives us enough room to book it, quick."

Seeker says "East of the bawn would be best. It would attract the least attention."

Roger holds the other side of the satelite photo that John is holding, so it is flattened out. "Hrm... about here should do." Roger points to a location just outside the bawn, a bit to the east."

Yi crouches down to meet up with Lyra, the sniper rifle concealed in her coat becoming visible. With a quick scratch between the ears, Yi nods once to acknowledge that she heard what the cub said, with a quick glance over at Renee sketching in an obscure part of the lobby. "That will be something to discuss. When I get back." She smiles warmly to the cub, a reassurance. "Don't worry about it for now, hmm?" Yi's ear twitches up once John's plan is finally verbalized. She finally stands up again after motioning for Lyra to stick around, but keep quiet for now, and just follows the conversation. Somewhere along the line, she'll eventually be needed somewhere.

Staying quiet, Alicia edges her way towards the Walkers, listening to the conversation intently. She peers over towards the pictures, then back to the two who agree on a similiar position.

Salem strokes his bearded chin his gaze flicking to each speaker in turn and saying nothing.

Roger looks to John for a moment just to mention, "I don't have silver on me persay... but the ammo I'm packing ain't the normal shit either. I also have a range of toys," Roger now turns to address the group as a whole, "That I think you should all be aware of. A fair amount of you already know about my guns... but tonight there will be more..."

Kaz says, "I got silver. If anyone needs it." Then she just listens to Roger.

Owen frowns to himself at Roger's latest news, but doesn't say anything just yet.

Jarred looks into the hand covering one eye and massaging his temple. His gaze is baleful, though whether the gathering itself is the focus of his sour mood or simply the circumstances as a whole is a mystery.

John hitches one should in a shrug, and looks to Kaz. "I got enough silver to kit out a few folks. Revolvers, too." To the assembled group, he adds, "If we get rushed, you use 'em to soften up your target, then take 'em out the old-fashioned way. Odds are pretty decent there'll be no cameras. Roger may be able to rustle up a few explosives 'just in case'. Guns are very easy, people. Point and click. Try to aim right. You don't get many shots. If we get rushed by /too/ many... empty your load and run like fuck. We're not here to be heroes, tonight. We're here to get information. They'll probably outnumber us, and even though they're Garou, they're Wyrm-ridden. Don't spare any honour on 'em. They don't deserve it."

Four-Leaves rumbles her assent and lies down again, behind Yi. Be careful, wherever it is you're going, she mumbles, as the tired cub lays her head on her paws.

Retrieving both hand guns from her jacket, Alicia looks down at them, then shrugs. "I ain't got silver, these are just reg'lar o' thirty-eights. Nothing too heavy. But I figured ah'm here for clean up, not really kicking ass."

Seeker says "How do you intend to draw them out?"

John jerks a thumb towards Kaz. "Secret weapon," he grunts.

Kaz waggles a finger. "I got this Gift..."

Yi glances up to Roger, with a brief smile, and nods. She pats herself in various places, making sure her knives are all easily located and accessible. Right. Yi gives a quick two-finger salute to Lyra with a smile. No doubt. Her own Saturday Night Special is tucked in behind her back as well.

Seeker glances over at Kaz. "If it's the gift I think you mean, this could be a very dangerous proposition. What contingency do you have in place if we become overwhelmed?"

Roger continues, "I have a remote controlled car that will go ahead of us at slow speeds. It is equiped with a video camera that is hooked up to a screen that I will be carrying. It can only go a mile ahead of me and no more then around walking speed. It is also equiped with a close-range high-powered fireless silver shrapnel explosive... so if it gets into shit right ahead of us, I can detonate the fucker and take out whoever spotted it... if maybe even more then one. Once we are in hand to hand however... it would be just dumb to use. The ammonia you also know about." At this point Roger pulls out what looks like an odd flaregun. "I also have this. A dart with enough juice in it to knock a frenzying crinos right out. But I only have one, as it takes too long to reload. If we can manage it, we should bag a hostage. We have some silver knifes in the van in case the hostage tries anything funny."

Kaz nods at Seeker, as she half-listens to Roger. "Yeah, Call of the Wyrm. Ain't no fun, but that's why we got /vans/ with us, you know. This is called, "Bug out /quick/."

Owen bends down again to rummage through his duffle bag, this time withdrawing an axe and a makeshift sling for both it and the shotgun. "This'll do."

Yi pokes into the conversation a moment. "How many teams do we have then?"

Jarred speaks up, finally, his voice oddlymonotone. "I'm curious. What exactly do we hope to learn by luring a bunch of spirals to the eastern reaches? Case? Number? Gender? How well they fight? Their favorite color? Or is this just a chance to fight a bit and claim we've accomplished something."

John inclines his head. "Alright, now we're all together, I wanna put some rank in charge, here. Kaz, by default, is my /suggestion/. With a bruiser sticking by Roger and Salem each." Narrowing his eyes at Jarred, the Walker Elder adds, "This is a bit of all of the above. We need to blood them a little, for our pride. And we need to see how they react to a fight. And if we catch one... then we get to find numbers. Which we /don't/ have."

Kaz slides down a wall into a sitting position. "Well." She puts her gunnysack with rifle in it to the side. "You see. We have this Caern, that got overwhelmed. And y'know, I don't think that fuckin' /killing/ some of the fuckers means we /claim/ we accomplished /anything/. I think it means we /did/ something. It means we know how they react. It means we fucked 'em up. It means we see what they're like. It means a lot of shit. Do you think it's totally useless, or what?"

Yi gets the briefest sinking feeling, but tilts her head anyway. "And where do we put the ... hostage?"

"Figure its a lot better to take a lil chunk outta 'em an show 'em that we aren't ganna fucking lay down and die like road kill just cuz' they got our Caern. Gotta show 'em we got bigger balls then they do." Alicia murmurs to the group as she shifts her weight from foot to foot.

Kaz adds, on Alicia's heels, "An' we ain't plannin' on lettin' 'em /keep/ our Caern. it ain't like it's a surprise we're here, after all."

Jarred glances back at Kaz. "I don't think it's useless. But it might be well to consider that each attack we undertake gives them information about our strengths and weaknesses as well. The more we throw rag-tag groups at them the more prepared they'll be when we launch everything we have. As for the leader. I suggest Owen. He's more capable."

Kaz shrugs. "Me, I'm gonna be too busy with the Gift to be clueful enough to know when to do shit, so I'd agree. And, so, what, Jarred, you'd just rather have one big assed assault?"

Jamethon throws a quick glance at Jarred, then to Owen. "I agree that he is more capable in a battle." He mentions almost reluctantly.

Yi, not one for battle tactics, waits just silently now until a plan is hashed out. But there is that nervousness under her calm exterior, and a quick mental play of events that could happen. Damn imagination.

Jarred simply answers, "When attacking a foe in large numbers, small isolated attacks will only wear down our numbers bit by bit.

John hitches one shoulder in another shrug. "Owen?" He raises an eyebrow in question.

Kaz blinks. "What, and it doesn't wear theirs down?"

John also notes mildly to Jarred, "Eight of our defenders killed seven of their attacks when assaulted by twenty. We keep those odds up in small skirmishes, we'll have our Caern back by the end of the month."

Roger looks to Kaz quickly with a new thought, interupting the argueing. "Hey! We have decided to do this job tonight... those who want to assist... do so. Oh yes... Kaz! I have a garment that is all fitted and ready to be worn out on the town... if you want?"

"Well, ya'know -- nothing short of launching grenades at them is really ganna make us truly happy, so, we gotta go with what we got. The longer they are out there, the more they defile the hell outta Gaia's Heart. Right now, yah, they got the advantage Jarred, but we got home turf advantage here, and a whole lotta heart. We can -do this-." Alicia intones as she glances sidelong to the Shadow Lord. "I got faith."

Seeker nods at John. "And only one lost on our side."

Jarred shrugs and smiles bitterly. "This is your operation. I'm just here to fight. This is my chance to strike back at the killers of my old sept. Point me in the right direction and I'll take care of the pointy ends."

Salem keeps his own counsel, his expression tight and cold. He drums his fingers silently against his folded arm.

Kaz shakes her head. "No, look, Jarred, I was asking for a fuckin' opinion. Don' give me 'I just follow orders.' I wanna know why you're sayin' what you're sayin'."

Owen wraps the sling over his shoulders and places both the axe and shotgun in it, all the while not seeming to have been paying much attention to the rest, though his next words, spoken even as he's still busying himself with the duffle, bely that. "I have one thing to say right now. Everyone, and that means everyone, shut the fuck up."

Jarred smirks.

The merest hint of a smile taints John's thoughtful regard of Owen for a moment, but disappears quickly. Orders obeyed.

Yi, of course, was way ahead of Owen now.

Kaz is too busy looking at Jarred in confusion to say much.

Roger, about to ask if Kaz heard him, quiets immediatly. A broad smile now is pointed at Owen.

Nothing comes out of the mouthy Gaian as the ranking Fenrir speaks up. Jamethon shifts to lupus and steps up to his alpha at this point, sitting besides him impatient to know when we will speak of something that matters.

Owen stands up to his fullest height. "I think a lot of you are forgetting that we are at WAR. We are Garou and we don't work as a democracy. Anyone have any questions about that?" He doesn't give time for anyone to answer, instead cocking the second shotgun that he's pulled from his dufflebag to make the point clear. "Now, back to what we were on about. We aren't cohesive enough to take back the caern as flawlessly as it was taken from us, but we are all gonna do our part. Kaz, you are calling them out. John, I'm sure you have more knowledge in setting up an ambush than I may have. For now, you speak and direct. Just remember, you are on my time now."

Owen pages to the room: I do so need to learn to type faster. Oh, consider Visage of Fenris activated (just a social boost).

Yi is colored impressed, and now looks to John for the plan.

Jarred looks at Kaz and mouths the word 'later' to her, implying that answers will be forthcoming, should he survive this little excursion. Then his attention is focused on the Fenrir.

Kaz mutters, "Damn right I am," and then nods at Roger. "Sure thing."

Roger nods to Kaz and heads to the basement with a quick step, showing up moments later with what looks like a taylored fishing net with a bunch of small aluminum boxes on it.

John looks about, frowning slightly at the reburdenment of responsibility. "Smaller ambushes. I'd prefer if you judged the battle if it gets underway, Rhya. I have very little direction, until we get there. But things people need to remember. No noise til the call. No noise til they're /on top of us/. No fucking around - if two can pick on one, do so. Put 'em away - if you got the time, tear their throats out to make sure they stay down." The Walker Elder's voice is smooth and calm. "When the order's given to retreat, make sure you and fellow combatants are broken off, and then bug out in the vans. I'll try to bag a Dancer alive to come with us. Want a bruiser with Salem and Roger. If we need to run for it, they're last out to make sure anyone running after us has some difficulty doing so. Roger's a hard case to follow." John pauses a moment, as if trying to see if there's anything left to remember. "Those who can heal, hang back if it's appropriate. When - /if/ we get into the hand-to-hand shit, the 'Plan' is over, and this becomes Owen's show /only/."

Seeker says "I volunteer to watch the shooters."

Roger looks towards Seeker and nods. "I would be honored."

Alicia lightly clears her throat. "I guess I'll be hanging back and healing."

John grunts quickly, "Done, then. Alright. Let's move out."

Fights-For-Hope notes, ~I am a healer as well as a fighter. I will hang back and protect the snipers. Any who need healing will get to Alicia or myself if possible.~

Jarred stands at the command and picks up the coat he had draped over the back of the chair.

Jamethon shifts back to homid now that plans are made and they are on their way.

Kaz looks around. "So we got me and Roger an' Salem, an' John an' Seeker guardin' Rog' and Owen an' Jarred guardin' Salem. Jame an' Alicia stickin' back. An' Yi doin' stuff that Yi does. Let's get outta here."

Owen starts clapping his hands. "Alright folks, let's move it. I fully expect to see you all here again afterwards 'cause no one's allowed to die, got it? Someone dies, I swear I'll make a fetish out of your hide."

Owen pages to the room: there. Inspiration. Ha.

"Hey Owen, if I end up kicking the bucket and you turn me into a fetish, make sure its a kick ass one, cuz' if you turn me into some kinda pussy healing thing, I'll haunt ya or some shit." Alicia says with a quirky grin on her face, pushing off the wall and heading after them.

Jarred puts on his coat wordlessly and follows the big Get.

Yi just drifts along the edges, a ghost of a newmoon waiting to wreak havoc as she was designed to.