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"Probably not," Dove says, shrugging her heavy shoulders, "but bring a clipboard. If she's breaking the rules, let us know."

Lettow points to the next face. "Pattermuster is one of the Rabble—a Brujah. He lurks in St. Basil's Hospital in Phoenix, looking after the lost lambs of our flock—other Rabble, the Clanless, thin-bloods, the Mad Ones…maybe even Gangrel!" Lettow chuckles at his own wit. "But he actually keeps them in line, though they are dangerously lax. In fact, I would like you to, hmm, encourage a bit more tidiness from the Kindred at St. Basil's. No open feeding, no drug-running, no unauthorized Embraces, that sort of thing. This is not a formal mission, you understand. But if you can make our dissatisfaction known, I would appreciate it. But more important, with Knowles gone, the hospital will be up for renovation. Those renovations will compromise St. Basil's usefulness as a haven. I'll write instructions for what Pattermuster needs to do."