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After a long break from running games I have found myself running a World Of Darkness game, not just one of it's sub-games, a cross world game, because apparently I'm a masochist. My group consists of 4 Vampires, one human, one Mage, and a mated pair of Werewolves. The human is playing an OPP officer, the mage a university professor, the werewolves are drag-racing ner-do-wells, and the vampires are a Gangrel witch, a Ventrue information broker, a Mekhet assassin, and finally a Daeva man of mystery.

The first session started with the troops being gathered.
The mage found a rotary phone ringing at the foot of his bed. The voice on the phone told him his instructions would be waiting in his car. He showered, ate, and loaded his car with camping equipment, booze, smokes, and a full cooler. His instructions were to head north to a planned suburb that the local supernatural "community" was using as an experiment in non-aggression. Two weeks earlier all communication to the mage's council from the suburb had ceased. He was to investigate, determine the cause and report back before acting.

The werewolves got a similar briefing but in person instead of with a magic phone and a pad of documents. They loaded into their awesome sports car and headed north. The police officer attempted to stop them for speeding on their way into town, they booked it up the highway and lost him when he decided not to push his squadcar until it rattled apart. When they got to town they went to the local bar and grill and got smashed and stuffed them selves with steak. The officer's next target was a rusted out hunk of jeep driven by our mage. First he ticketed him for speeding, then he started writing him a ticket for operating an unsafe vehicle, since his rear bumper was held on with duct tape. They argued about the strength of the tape and in an attempt to prove his point the officer kicked the bumper, the tape held. He tore up the ticket and asked the mage to have the bumper properly repaired and to stay bellow the speed limit. When he got into town he hit the local bar and grill and proceeded to get smashed, I began to sense a pattern.

The vampires, waking after dark, were all summoned to the Prince's court, where they were berated and given almost identical orders to the other groups, they were to report to the small town's local vampire safe-house, owned by the Prince and operated by a group of four vampires who had ceased to report in on schedule. They were given a car to use and strict orders about the condition it was to be returned in.

The vampires made their trip to town at the speed limit. When they pulled up to the five story safe house they found the steel front doors kicked in and a man in a leather jacket and a fedora sitting at the bar idly playing with a ring of keys.
"you're late." He blurted, jumping off his stool. The Ventrue pipped in with "Did the Prince send you too?" The man asked "The who?" Every other player groaned, fifteen minutes into the game and we have our first breach of the Masquerade, the system of deceit that protects vampires from public exposure. While the Ventrue player picked up on his little slip the man asked with a snicker "Did he send you with a copy of Purple Rain?", and it was my turn to make the table groan.

After much back and forth the vampire deduced that this man knew more than he was letting on, that he had the only keys to the upstairs of the safe house, and that he was bored of talking to them, since he wanted to get outside to the drag races. The cop and werewolves both perked up on that note. The Mekhet physically moved the Ventrue, allowing the man to leave. In return he left them the keys.

The race started up and it was the wolves in their sports car against a trio of Honda PoSs. The race started and a police car pulled into the path of the speeding cars. The cars all veered around him and kept right on booking it. The mage stumbled drunk down the street, following the action. The cop turned on his siren now, and the Honda drivers, already panicked, were all spun out or stopped while the officer continued chasing the sports car.

The chase went through a gas station, one of the vampires watching from the parking lot of their safe house, across the street. Skidding out the male werewolf gets out of the car when the officer shouts at him to stay put and keep his hands visible. The wolf tries to intimidate the officer, who only gets sterner in his instance that the large man surrender. When the man continues to threaten the officer he opens fire in self defense, I asked him "in the middle of a gas station?" he said "yes". The shot missed, the wolf started backing up but his mate hung out the car window and opened fire on the officer, who took cover behind his car door. Then the wolf failed her rage check and transformed. She was now wearing the car door she was hanging out of like a belt, she took it off and flung it at the cop, embedding it in his car and injuring him.

The officer radioed for backup, and the mage stumbled closer, asking "what the hell is that?" his eyes refusing to focus. The man from the bar dropped his fedora onto the mage's head and told him, "That, is a werewolf." and then promptly vanished. It took the drunk mage a second to notice it but when the man vanished so did his two packs of smokes. "Son of a bitch!"

The male wolf grabbed his now calming mate and they made for the woods, bickering about the damage to the car. As they got out of town and into the woods every cop for several jurisdictions came flying towards the gas station. The mage stumbled up to one of them and yelled, "Hey, that bastard stole my smokes!" and got arrested on a drunk and disorderly.

The vampires split up and began their investigation, the Daeva finally pulling up in his own car, saying nothing, and Aweing the Gangrel, who had stayed since they only have the one set of keys and the front doors don't close, but that was the start of the second session, and a story for another week.