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[gabriel_tam]

It's just before three when he arrives at the docks. He's been circumspect; no one knows he's here.

He walks past several storage bays before slowing to a stop in front of Bay Nineteen, peering in. There's a blue-shrouded boxlike shape inside.

Gabriel Tam steps into the shadow and waits.

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[aj_crawley]

There's a sound like a heartbeat - only bigger, louder, a heartbeat that cycles in centuries, instead of seconds.

Then a quiet rustling.

Then silence.

Then, after just long enough to make Gabriel Tam nervous, a dark figure rounds the corner. Faint light from the docks' main walkways glints off Crowley's sunglasses.

[gabriel_tam]

He straightens, watching as the other man -- if man he truly is -- approaches.

"Mr. Crowley." Cordial. "Nĭ hăo."

[aj_crawley]

"It's funny," he says. "The way things work out."

His voice is different from earlier. The anger's still there, yes, but deep beneath the surface. On top, it's mostly sort of blank.

Crowley hunkers down beside the object taking up most of the space in the bay, and flips up the tarp enough to reveal a small box hidden by the end.

[gabriel_tam]

"Is it?" Still polite, but Gabriel's watching Crowley with curious interest. "Would you care to elaborate?"