City Lights at Night
Don’ go too close to the skinwalkers, boy. Don’ go by they yee naaldlooshii. Because they look like men, they look like people, my Lord. But they all mixed up and scrambled on the inside, like a broken jar. The Enemy Way say that they can speak in the tongues of men and beasts, and they can no be caught, no be killed, ’cept by the blow of the metal of old Sky, the silver in the turquoise.
An’ I think that’s right.
They not so many, really. They not so many wolves in this town. But they not like we coyotes, see? Wolves hunt in a pack. And there be the one yee naaldlooshii, he be on top. And there be another, and he be next. And a dozen more and they all underneath. And they all okay with this, see now?
That’s why they dangerous. Ain’t no in-fighting. Just out-killing. He he he…
How did they do it?
How did no more than about 20 of the Forsaken, skinchangers all, seize power in a city that had been Kindred territory since the first Indian swindled some Mormon out of a dollar? There are more than one hundred Kindred in this town, and about as many Lost. And the Mages have always been here (what society has ever been without witches?).
So what was it?
Like all successful political campaigns, it was money and organization. The Forsaken are very, very good at two things: ruthless execution (be that of the business or jugular variety) and swimming in their own lanes. The latter is what’s more important, really. The Bellagio is the best example. Here’s what happened.
So for years and years the Bellagio had been owned by a powerful Vampire, an Invictus. And he and his coterie decided to go public with the ownership. And each one traded inside on the deal, stabbed each other in the back and each one ended up with a tiny piece of the shares.
The Werewolves pooled their resources, took direction from the Alpha, bought up the remaining shares and reorganized the board. It’s theirs now. And this happened with the Wynn, the Mirage, the MGM Grand, and so many others…
Ruthlessness? Yes. But more importantly than what they do to other people, it’s what they do to each other. What none of the other supers in Vegas have achieved.
The wolves trust each other. And that makes them more dangerous than anyone else, no matter the numbers, curses, contracts or blood. They rule, and fall, together.
“There’s a part of me that misses discipline like that, and you can’t say it hasn’t served them well. If we had one leader, a monarch over the others or a general or whatever, and they had the ability to whip all the schemers and dilettantes into formation, we could take the city from them tomorrow. But everyone keeps telling me that’s not in our nature, whatever that means,”