It's around nine when Slug arrives to pick Beep up, and not much past when he grabs Felix. "Late enough that there isn't much traffic, early enough that there's still a Veil to make the Queen's men watch their step." Or so he would have explained. The truck he's driving rattles and squeaks like an old toolbox full of rats, more holes and rust than metal. A hard cover on the back with the windows blacked out makes a nice space for cougar cargo. "Park nearby, or right up on it?"

"Right up by the back door," the cougar advises his Gnawer chauffeur.

"Makes sense," Felix says, "Folks park there pretty often, an' ain't too far to worry about someone noticin' a cougar wanderin' around."

"Precisely," the cougar agrees with the two Gnawers in the truck as it pulls up behind the church.

A ratty furred German Shepherd pokes his nose out from behind a garbage dumpster from within the alley near the church. He has a spiked collar about his neck with a dog tag that reads: One-Rage. As the car pulls up behind the church, he gives a long stretch of his frame, then shakes out his thick fur.

Slug pulls into an alley, scraping the side of the truckbed on a corner. The hood knocks a dumpster in passing. The vehicle sputters and dies when Slug turns the key, as if it's breathed it's last, the headlights winking out. "Right. So. Off-chance you get attacked," Slug opens the glovebox. Two crude, unmistakably grenade-like objects just about fall into Felix's lap, but the Gnawer catches them both with one hand. "Here. Flashbang. They don't like the light. You have one, I have one in case I need to come get you." He shakes it at Felix and the pin waggles and taps on the cylinder. "It will probably go off after you throw it."

"Nice!" Felix says, brightening a touch, and accepts the flashbang. "Thanks," he adds, as he tucks it into his jacket pocket and reaches for the door handle, "Not comin' along?" He turns his head, seeming to catch a movement in the alley.

Brings-the-Pack waits in the truck until Felix is out and has the door open. "I am afraid to ask what else is in this vehicle."

Mouse-Trap tilts his head to one side as he spies those who exit, then trots towards them with a chuff. Hey. What's going on?

"Don't worry. I keep track of my toys and these are the only ones I've got on me. The problem with carrying explosives is that you have to *carry* them." Slug says. He takes the grenade in his hand, threads his thumb through the pin loop, and nods at Felix. "Make sure it's ready. They get a hand on you, or all of us, bad time. I'll be coming with you, but I'll be watching the exit." He jumps out and looks down at Mouse-Trap, jerking his head toward the library. "Work. Cat's checking to see if the library's going to blow up."

Felix nods, and takes the grenade back out of his pocket, settling it into his hand the same way Slug has -- very much the same way, in fact. He hops out of the car, and heads toward the door, glancing to Mouse-Trap as he goes. "Like he said," he answers, and gives the Ahroun a quick grin. "You gonna come too? Whatcha doin' here, anyhow?"

Brings-the-Pack pokes his head out of the vehicle, looking up and down the alleyway before exiting the vehicle and making a bee-line for the door once it's opened.

Mouse-Trap lets out a loud snort of amusement. His tail gives a sharp wag as he follows after. ~Getting rest of my stuff, thinking of setting up traps inside.~ He says as he trots in through the back door. ~Been quiet all night. No visitors.~

"Wouldn't recommend it. Squatters might come check out the place once word gets around that the scary people cleared out. Someone might get hurt." Slug says, tongue flicking over a tooth. "Someone that don't deserve it anyways." He follows after Beep, looking up and down the length of the alley and rooftops.

Felix holds the door for the currently-four-legged among the group -- and Slug, while he's at it, if the Ragabash plans to do his exit-watching from inside. He closes it after the group, and pulls from his other jacket pocket a set of the infrared binoculars that were left at Edgewood, using them to take a quick glance around.

Brings-the-Pack pages: If Felix looks in BtP's direction with those IR goggles, the cougar doesn't show up at all. No heat signature. Or maybe invisible to technological devices. Mages! What can you do!

Brings-the-Pack moves hastily inside and looks around. "Is there any place within you would not want me to go?" he asks. "I would prefer to see each room along the building's exterior, on each floor."

Slug spends a moment debating, then steps inside. He pulls the door shut behind the group, but not entirely, and stands there with one eye to the crack and an ear against the door. "If you can find it, it isn't a secret. Go where you want."

Felix lowers the binoculars and looks at the cougar, brow slightly furrowed for a moment. "Yeah, we ain't all that secretive here," he agrees, "just lead the way an' I'll open whatever needs thumbs for you."

Brings-the-Pack begins a slow circuit of the library's perimeter, pausing at nearly every window and door, also eyeballing the ceilings and the floors and--on occasion--random sections of walls. He never lingers long, only 5-10 seconds each time something interests him. If magick is happening, it's not exactly obvious. ...He does seem focused, though.

Felix briefly checks in each room and landing for That Which Should Not Appear, otherwise looking for anything that seems different or out of place -- mostly from curiosity, but you never know -- and watching the cougar, because sooner or later there might be some kind of visible magic. Mostly, he follows, and applies opposable thumbs as needed.

Brings-the-Pack eventually comes back around to where Slug is downstairs, having completed a full circuit of the library over the course of roughly 30-odd minutes. He announces, "I see no evidence of the inside being watched, and I see no significant indications of chaos within the Library in the relatively near future. I do not think the Queen's minions have detected the your tribe's abode yet. Be aware that that can rapidly change, however. Be cautious."

Slug jerks his head at Felix and Beep on their return. He listens intently to the cat's explanation, considers, then puts his eye back to the door. "Then we should avoid it for now. They don't know it's here. If we stay, we risk them finding it. If we stay away, we'll have something to come back to. It took a lot of people a long time to build this place up. I'd hate to see it end up like the last three Walker safehouses." He jerks his head. "Ya'll ready to go?"

"Thank you," Felix says to the mage, and glances somewhat longingly toward where his guitar and amp sit in the recreation area -- but where would it get plugged in at the moment? -- before looking toward the stairs. "You mind if I grab a couple-few things real quick to take along, while we're here?"

Brings-the-Pack nods toward Slug. "That may be the wisest course of action for your tribe if they wish to keep this place for later use. Or a fallback refuge if wherever the sept is relocating to next becomes compromised." To Felix he says, "I am in no immediate rush."

"Queen doesn't know we're here. Grab what you need or want, just so long as you don't take all night." Slug says. "You might not be able to come back to it." Slug shakes his head at Beep. "If the Bawn is something we can't hold, this place won't do either. If the Bawn falls, we're fucked."

Felix gives a quick semi-salute, and heads back up the stairs toward his room. It may not be an immediate rush, but he still moves pretty swiftly.

Brings-the-Pack turns to Slug. "Do you know where the wraiths that were killed are being stored? Or which theurges are looking into turning them into talens?"

"No, and no. I only killed them, I didn't haul them. Alpha told me to make sure everyone got out, and that is what I did. I'd ask Mouse," Slug says, maintaining his watch at the door despite the all-clear.

"I would like to take a look at them. Perhaps determine if I can gain some insight into how they communicate with one another. And if it is something we might exploit," the mage-cat muses out loud. "Felix mentioned earlier that you had thought of introducing a virus of some kind into their communications channel. I doubt that would work, as I suspect the linkage is likely more akin to the ability garou packs have of speaking with one another through their pack totems. But still, it's a possibility I cannot totally rule out without a chance to examine the remains."

Felix pauses on the stairs. "I don't know where either, but I think I mighta heard Dakota sayin' somethin' about craftin' body-part talens bein' disgustin'. Also worth askin'," he says, before continuing up. He really isn't up there all that long, no more than five minutes before he comes down again, with a wheeled suitcase that looks a bit too expensive for him to have, and a plastic bag. Another glance at the guitar, and a sigh. "Ready for now, I guess."

"I have a few ideas about that, yeah... and I'd highly recommend we talk before you try any kinda telepathy-stuff, 'cause I have a few thoughts. Probably ones you've gotten too, but, I'd feel really bad if you blew your brain circuit 'cause I made an assumption." Slug looks up at Felix, flashes him a wry smile, and opens the back door. "Come on. You can't take it all with you, right? Thanks for coming tonight, both of you."

"Never browse random porn sites without some excellent anti-virus software in place," the cougar-mage asides to Slug, seemingly on the same page as the Gnawer elder. To Felix he says, "Excellent. I will speak with her, then. That may be my best use of time henceforth." He pads to the door and announces "All clear" before heading outside to the truck.

"Yeah. ...prolly half of this's Lilah's," Felix says, with a mirroring sort of half-smile, "I swear it ain't all mine." He offers the flashbang back to Slug as they near the truck. "...an' thanks again," he says, apparently to both of them, though it's the cougar who gets, "Lemme know when there's shit I can do for you?"

"Well, part of my suggestion was gonna be that if someone were gonna try to even *poke* any potential link, they'd wanna... I dunno. Make a series of false consciousnesses, in something fragile, something that could be overloaded or broken real easy, like a lightbulb. That way a strong attack back would blow it, or you could just smash it by hand if you get spooked." He waves off the grenade, and, nearing the truck, finally takes his hand from his own. "Keep it. You might need it to protect yourself, or Lilah. I can make more, you can't." He pauses. "Or so I speak." He mounts up in the driver's seat, and with a turn of his screwdriver, the engine fires right up.

Brings-the-Pack slips into the vehicle. To Felix he says, "I might have a need something big and scary to frighten and intimidate someone or something in the future. Or perhaps someone willing to demonstrate a rite or gift. Or a bodyguard." Seems as if he may take Felix up on the offer, though he currently has no idea what that might actually pan out to be. "But your energies are best focused now serving the sept instead of worrying about returning favors." To Slug he nods once and adds, "I was thinking about speaking with a theurge and seeing if they might find a spirit or three who are capable of mentally communicating with others. Bribe them to act as 'fuses' of a sort. And pray that they do not die or turn immediately. And I might start work on constructing some magickal shielding as well--to shield the spirits involved rather than offer them nothing."

Felix gives them both a quick grin in reply, and puts his stuff into the truck, then himself as well. For the moment, he stays quiet, listening to the discussion.

Slug twists in his seat to look at Brings, one eyebrow raised about as high as it can be. "That's unlike you." Then he turns around, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. "I don't think I'd do it. Most spirits that could be bribed to do that wouldn't be smart enough to understand the deal, but the bigger spirits that could maybe take a hit wouldn't be bribed as easily. I mean, spirits don't really *die* like people die. I think it takes a lot to kill one for good, but still. I don't think you would have considered that idea not that long ago, unless I didn't know you as well as I thought." He sticks his grenade back in the glove box, claps Felix on the shoulder, then lurches out of park.

Brings-the-Pack exhales slightly at Slug's words. "It's the caern being protected," he points out bluntly. "If a /warper/ is willing to put his life on the line to protect it, I would hope at least one or three of the local spirits might be willing to do the same. If not, then the garou place far too much trust in--and offer too much respect to--the spirits they claim to honor."

"The little spirits aren't that bright. It ain't a matter of them deciding to help defend the Caern. They're just going to see the bribe, the Gnosis, and jump on it, 'cause a lot of 'small' spirits don't understand larger deals. You ever talked to a Kin-Fetch? Really important spirits, with really important jobs, ones they enter into on purpose- and they're..." Slug reaches for a cigarette and thumbs down the truck's electric lighter. "Me, you, Felix, the warper- we do what we do for different reasons, but we do it of our own free will. I damn sure ain't gettin' paid for this. I just think that if you're going to ask somethin' to do the same, it should be smart enough to understand it might kill itself. If it doesn't, that's you deciding, not it."

Brings-the-Pack replies to Slug, "That was definitely not my intent. A spirit without the cognitive ability to comprehend what it is being asked and the potential dangers involved is not the kind of spirit I would want involved in attempting to shield my own mind from a hostile attack."

"Alright then. I must have misunderstood you," Slug says. The cigarette lighter pops with a metallic click, and he lights his smoke, breathing deep. "Thanks again." He says, as they go off puttering into the night.