Thursday April 23rd, 12:47 am - Dundas - David
David grunted. "I may be, be, be, be, be, be a Malkavian but I'm not a paranoid. Logically, you are correct and there is a spy. Logically, it has to be someone who knows the Kindred of Hamilton inside and out, out, out, out, out. Logically, it is one of the Primogen council. Logically, it is the one who has the most to gain. Logically it is Mark."
"I don't fucking think so," growled Angel, bristling at the suggestion of Ventrue treason. "We support the Prince fully and absolutely."
"I said 'logically', Angel," David replied. "Logic and human nature are mutually exclusive. Besides, the Sabbat hate the Ventrue, which means our best suspect is a Toreador, Toreador, Toreador, Toreador."