Not So Safe Haven

[marvel_citizens]

Those who have money often believe that their world can't be breached; that enough cash will buy them all the security they need. On the island of Madripoor, this has been true. The rich play in the safe and secure area of High-Town, flaunting their money with the belief that it can never be taken from them

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[barwithnoname]

Madripoor probably has one of the most active ports in the South Pacific, and tonight is no exception. Dozens upon dozens of ships are loading and unloading cargo all along the waterfront.

But a little ways away, on a more private dock, several dozen heavily armed guards are making sure some rather precious cargo is unloaded without interruption.

[red_sonique]

Not heavily enough.

An eerie wailing is heard against the water.

[stark_inc]

One more jaded wealthy tourist from America gets his passport stamped a customs.

"And your purpose for visiting, sir?" the agent asks.

The man in the white silk shirt with gold and ruby studs and cufflinks gives him a dazzling smile as he removes his several hundred dollar sunglasses.

"Gambling, sun, and women. Not in that order."

If the guard picked up on the code Stark just handed him, he's good enough not to show it, other than a "I think your recreation can be seen to sir..."

[the_new_shaman]

This is the third time they've changed the die since he's been at the table. He doesn't even bother to ask Theresa to blow on the dice for luck, he just rolls, and the dice land on eleven.

This is this fifteenth roll in a row that he's won, and he's picked up an obscenely large sum of money.

This isn't the first casino of the night to suffer this fate, nor will it be the last. Maybe if they knew that the twinkle in his eye wasn't just his natural charm...

[venom_blast]

Spider-Woman grins as she climbs onto the rooftop of house number three, a big cloth sack on her back. It’s amazing how a lot of these guys kept their riches not in bank accounts or anywhere electronic, but in safes right in their own homes.

Right, because in our world, that’s so much safer.

She dropped the sack down and shook her hair, her long, dark hair flowing freely with the sea breeze. Jessica smiled in spite of herself. Madripoorian (Madripoori? She wasn’t sure.) nights were unlike any other. As beautiful as San Francisco and New York were, neither of them were even close to the kind of beauty this night afforded, no matter how modern and clean those cities looked. This was something else altogether.

It was a pity that Jessica could never settle down here.

Now wasn’t the time to think about that, though.

It was time to hit house number four on her naughty list.

[barwithnoname]

They never knew what hit them.

What started with an eerie sound over the water ended in quite the mess on the docks. When it was all over, millions of dollars in highly advanced arms to be sold on the black market were turned into useless piles of scrap metal. The group of men who were going to sell them were left strewn about, but still breathing.

And all it took to do this was three people.

And a few miles further down the waterfront, that same eerie sound fades into the darkness, and in its wake, the three have left a group of drug runners find themselves in the same mess.