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The only thing you worry about is that hologram, because you're not sure how it's being generated. But you're not seeing anything egregious in here.

Most of the scientists look well-off and well-fed. There's an Old Money smell to a lot of them, from the WASP doctors listening to ragtime on the piano to the comfortable-looking computer scientists—most of them immigrants from India and Pakistan. Everyone seems pleased with themselves and a little bored.

Everyone except one red-haired woman who skulks in the shadows. Pale and sullen-looking, she has the wan look of a blood doll, but her blue eyes are hard and wild as a trapped wolf's. She wears a long moss green cardigan that she keeps pulling down over her wrists and silver rings with occult symbols. You can only read part of her shirt under the cardigan: ECT TECH, ACE TRADIT. Latin?

The Tremere are a bunch of creepy Warlocks, but they normally hide better than this. No wonder Prince Lettow wants this place shut down.

You consider whom to approach and what you want. Potential allies for you and Julian? To uncover the secrets of this place—perhaps to increase your own power? Or maybe you should just try to put Dr. Caul in a good mood for your inevitable meeting.