| [Mission] A Trial for the Shield | |
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| ☯Varian | Sep 3 2015, 04:29 PM Post #1 |
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The rain bounced from the ground as it poured down like a vast cascade of water, the rhythm of the rain had a rather fitting mood for the work that was to be done under it. Atlas had asked Nate to make a couple of enquirers into weapon trade down at the harbor and it's surrounding areas, more specifically to find out if this was where the weapons being supplied to the gangs that had been giving them hassle lately. A black sedan sat at the entrance to the docks, it was very likely that it belonged to the contact Nate was meeting. However nobody had attempted to leave the vehicle, showing they had yet to spot Nate if he was to approach the vehicle outright. Behind the car was a large mesh fence gate, it seemed to be the sort that slid to the side and was electrical meaning it would take a push of a button to have it open. No doubt the button was on the other side, on the other side of the perimeter fence was a small security post. Inside sat a rather large security guard who was watching the monitor that was hooked up to the CCTV, he yawned slightly showing he had been on the shift for some time and there was likely a guard change not far off. Further behind the security point, lay several large warehouses, a skeleton crew seemed to be still working at this time of night. A large ship had only just anchored and the crew and the dock workers were shifting things off the cargo ship and straight onto a forklift truck. Anything else was not clear enough to see without going beyond the fence. In any event Nate had only been given the task of meeting the contact, Atlas had said that he would trust Nate's discretion on the matter. If Nate would approach the car outright he would be greeted by a rather plump looking business man the sort who looked like he had all his fingers in many pies, he would step out the car along with what would likely be a bodyguard who held an umbrella for his boss. Edited by Varian, Sep 3 2015, 04:31 PM.
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| Sanjuro | Sep 15 2015, 02:29 AM Post #2 |
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He tugged his collar up around his neck and ears, a poor attempt to protect himself from the wind and rain. The dark red scarf around his neck was pulled up around his mouth and nose, the only part of his head visible being his dark green eyes and his black hair, usually slicked back but now tousled this way and that by the constant onslaught of the wind. He could barely hear the sound of his own thoughts over the heavy squall, but his thick boots sloshing through the build-up of water from the torrential rain somehow managed to reach his ears and piss him off. These boots were damn expensive. When he finally spied the black sedan a part of him was jumping for joy at the prospect of getting out of this horrendous rain. The other part of him was already surveying the rest of their surroundings. It was a strange place for a meeting, this part of the docks was typically controlled by the local authorities. Last he had heard no gang had managed to muscle their way in. Which meant they were meeting here either because it was technically a neutral zone or someone had managed to slip under his radar. Considering he made it a point to know anyone and everyone that had ties to the criminal world, the thought he missed someone was… unsettling. Approaching the car, Nate wasn't surprised in the least to see a large bald man wearing a perfect black suit and sunglasses step out from the driver's side and swiftly make his way around to the rear passenger, opening it and holding out a black umbrella to protect his boss from the downpour. Nate knew this man. James 'Jim' Reigns. Nate was proud of his information network but even he couldn't hope to match this fat bastard's knowledge. If anything was happening in Chicago, Reigns either had a piece of it or was allowing it to happen. To the rest of the world he was completely legitimate businessman. To the underground he was the one person you really did not want to screw with. Tucking his hands into the deep pockets of his knee-length coat, Nate smiled at the businessman and gave a polite nod in greeting. "Hello Jim. It's been a while. Still losing weight I see." Edited by Sanjuro, Sep 15 2015, 02:31 AM.
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| ☯Varian | Sep 25 2015, 01:14 AM Post #3 |
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"Still attempting to be witty I see Nate... You and Atlas always did have a mouth about you." He chortled as he said this, the way he spoke took the manner of a proud parent as if their success had been all thanks to him. Atlas would of had a few words to say about that if he had been present. Jim motioned Nate to follow him, not actually checking to see if he did the plump man made his way to the gate. "Atlas told me to get you inside as an inspector on my behalf, he never did say what for. I can tell you what I have noticed though, I know it would go into your head unlike Atlas. Recently a couple of shipping containers turned up on the southern most section of the harbor, it has been under heavy guard for a good couple of weeks now." Jim startled the guard at the gate, he rattled the gate some more till the Security guard came running to open the large mesh fence gate. Jim lit up a fat cigar, he glared at the security guard keeping eye contact. "You watch your Job pal." Then Jim carried on his way, slowing his pace so that Nate and he could walk side by side. "Look at it all Nate." Jim waved his hand across his 'empire' of a harbor. "Took me many years to get to the point where I can no longer keep track of every tiny thing that comes in and out, of course that is what I pay other people for now." He chuckled at how lazy he had become, one time he would be out there collecting the information himself. He then stopped and reached inside his jacket pocket, taking out a ID badge he passed it over to Nate. "This will at least get you to the warehouse without any problems, if anyone stops you just tell them that you are an inspector that will get them jumping. Although I can't say that it will get you inside the warehouse, the guys looking after that are some private security firm. Buncha toy soldiers with flashy gadgets if you ask me, I bet they ain't even seen a real war. Any way kid, remind your boss that he has to attend the annual meeting next week." With that Jim patted Nate on the shoulder and left Nate to his own devices. The Harbor stretched for a good way, way off into the distance Nate's destination stood at the edge of the long line of warehouses and various crates, cranes, ships, offices and vehicles. One such vehicle seemed to be heading towards Nate, a large industrial fork lift truck carrying a size-able steel crate. The driver gave two short pips of his horn, pulling up alongside Nate. "Need a lift?" |
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