[closed/completed]

[salvationdenied]

WHO:  Kristoph (myscarsmiles), Brian (salvationdenied), possibly Dean (flipbeter) and Mazikeen (daughterinexile)?
WHAT: Brian is coming out of hiding, meeting up with his consligiere to discuss his findings on w.a. 
WHERE: The Reggio Calabria boardwalk, where the canal and railroad tracks cross.
WHEN: Sometime Wednesday night.

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[salvationdenied]

When he reaches the back of the building, Brian gets to his knees and removes a small piece of drywall leaning against the dilapidated and ocean battered building. Beneath it, a small ventilation window reveals the scene inside:

One man, with a clipboard and American style baseball hat, is monitoring the movement of packages from the large storage containers they are held in as they move to individual holding areas. So, perhaps not production happening here, per se, but most definitely the movement of w.a.

The cellophane wrapped packages, no bigger than a half pound bag of sugar, are actually, from the looks of it, smaller packaged bags for individual purchases.

There are three other men, sitting around, chatting idly as the night winds down. Brian was right: this is the slowest night, and the mens' lack of attention and/or nervousness at possible infiltration of the facility clearly shows.

[myscarsmiles]

"How curious.." His voice has dropped to a whisper as he watches, his eyes following the men moving, shifting, watching the clipboards and the bags and the people. They're lazy, tired, and bored, and it's so clearly obvious. But when he pulls back, he notices a logo that on the building that might have been bright one day, but was fading.

Hitachiin Clothing.

The smile curls even further up his face. Kaoru. And even bigger.. Monacello. He knew it. Of course he knew. But this he stored for now, and he turned back to watching through the little window.

"How interesting this little operation they have is, mm..."

[daughterinexile]

Mazikeen watches Kristoph's face carefully he speaks, her eyes ever so often darting back towards the warehouse. She can see the wheels turning behind his eyes, piecing it all together. And then, satisfaction, unfurling slowly across his face. Another bit of information, a small gain in power, in the hopes of one day being the one who controlled of it all. "Perhaps not the most subtle of operations," she whispers, leaning in. "At least time they attempted something more inspired, yes?"

She moves along, a bit ahead and closer to Brian, her hand is now planted firmly on her thigh, feeling it move and slide beneath her palm with every step. "How many?" she whispers to her fellow soldier.

[salvationdenied]

Brian's eyes slide back and forth between Kristoph and Mazikeen. When he notices Kristoph's expression make the oh-so-subtle changes that it does, Brian feels his own satisfaction shift into the realm of the tangible.

He had felt content with what he'd found already before sharing his information with the others, but judging by his superior's reaction, Brian can expect things to lean in the Vescovo direction. The soldati refrains from asking about anything quite yet, but he feels Mazikeen shift next to him and answers her in a whisper that is barely audible

[myscarsmiles]

Kristoph meets the eyes of the man and his smile thins, a thin strip of white teeth slipping through. He reaches into a pocket and pulls out a pair of expensive-looking white-leather gloves, and slowly tugs them on. Flexing his hands inside the gloves, he glances to Mazikeen with violence sparkling in his blue eyes.

He unbuttons his cuff links. His hand goes into the pockets of his jacket with the links, and comes out with a narrow, lengthy knife.

"I imagine this is about a little more interesting than it previously was, my dears." His smile is sharp and his expression is a little more excited than perhaps it should be. "It would probably be a very bad idea to allow our names and faces to return to this man's masters, wouldn't it?"

[daughterinexile]

The gloves, the knife, the sharp glint in Kristoph's eyes -- they are all the cue Mazikeen needs to unsheathe her dagger and prepare herself for bloodshed. Carefully, she watches the guards's open-mouthed surprise as he stands there, shocked and gaping like a dumb fish; she skulks forward slowly, like a lioness stalking its prey, unwilling to frighten him away but intent to close the distance separating them. "He's mine," she says with a deadly whisper, and the words seem to throw a switch in the man's mind. He quickly turns and opens his mouth as if to call out, but in a flicker of noiseless movement, Mazikeen is already there behind him, her blade buried between his shoulder blades to the hilt.

She smiles victoriously as she withdraws her dagger; the only sound is of the metal moving through flesh. She is able to catch him before he falls, guiding him to the ground with only the faintest whisper of noise. Before she turns back to her companions she pauses to wipe her bloody blade on the sleeve of the man's shirt.

[salvationdenied]

Brian has lifted his hands in preparation to do the guard some serious harm, but when he sees Mazikeen move forward with a speed that surprises him (even with all of his combat training), he grins, despite himself, at the blood that's spilled and at Kristoph's words.

He agrees with them, and when he suddenly moves forward to grip the guard's head in his hands, the grin flickers into a moment of pure silence on his face. There's peace in the second that it takes for Brian to break the unfortunate man's neck with a nearly inaudible crack, and he stands, allowing the body to hit the concrete with all the graciousness of dropping a bag of sand.

Brian wipes his palms on his pants, and smiles at both Kristoph and Mazikeen...as two of the other guards round the corner.

[myscarsmiles]

Kristoph smiles, a full-mouthed, vicious thing, and it makes him look downright made with his eyes gleaming blue like that. He puts the long, jagged weapon away and selects another knife, or rather, a pair. These two, oddly enough, lack hilts, and don't look much like knives except for one quarter edge is sharpened. He chuckles a bit, then takes a few steps forward, takes one knife in each hand. Then, with a motion as fluid as his lies, the blades fly through the air in a whirl of steel and strike the men cleanly. The first blade nails the guard between the eyes and he falls over before anything else happens; the second blade, though, is off just a bit, and slices cleanly through the man's cheek and leaves his ear hanging by a couple of threads

[daughterinexile]

Mazikeen grins at Kristoph, savoring the fleeting sweetness of his kiss, that glint in his eyes shimmering wildly as if he were some kind of animal. The opportunities to see Gavin let himself go are few and far between, other than sex of course, but that is different beast completely. She is about to say something when her ear catches the sound of another guards approach and dropping down into a low crouch very suddenly, makes a move to the others to stay quiet. This time, she decides not to take the kill so quickly. Her purpose, after all, is to serve Kristoph and what would she gain by denying him some of the sport he fancies so well.

Instead, she circles around to the shadows, creeping along the edge of the shadows. She keeps her eyes set on Kristoph, her ears focusing on the movement in the distance, concentrating very hard as if trying to predict the next moment.