No Dominion

Joe Pitts life sucks. He hasnt had a case or a job in God knows how long, and his stashes are running on empty. What stashes? The only ones that count to a guy like Joe: blood and money. The money he uses to buy blood; the blood he drinks. Hey, its that or your neck, buddy. The only way for him to lay his hands on both is to take a gig with the local Vampyre Clan. See, something new is on the streets, a new high, a high so strong it can send a Vampyre spazzing through Joes local watering hole. Till Joe sends him through a plateglass window, that is. It wont be long now before hes slapping stoolies, getting sapped, and being taken for a ride above 110th Street. Someones pulling Joes strings, and hes gonna cut them when he finds themthe strings and the hands that hold them.