[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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[myscarsmiles]

Kristoph had mused over Brian's call for a while. And then a little while longer. There were a number of problems that could have arrived, of course, and he would have to account for them all. He could have been attacked or kidnapped. It could be a trap. Curious.

He wouldn't go alone, of course. He'd left a message for Dean, and he had faith the caporegime would arrive when he could. He'd alerted Mazikeen, though, and they would both be armed and on their guard. Who knew what evil lurked in Reggio Calabria, after all?

He did, and that only gave him more of a reason to be careful. It was dark when he arrived, and he walked with his hands crossed across his chest as to be able to grab any one of the weapons hidden inside his jacket. He saw Brian, though, alone, standing there. This screamed to be a trap, quite frankly. Even so, he revealed nothing. He wore his calm smile as he approached the figure, confident of Mazikeen behind him, and even moreso in himself.

"Mr. Moser."

[daughterinexile]

For all of Kristoph's calm, cool exterior, Mazikeen was decidedly not. There were very few things in life that gave her temper a quick rise, and threats to the safety of her lover and lord, was decidedly one of them. Throughout the years she had learned how to maintain a thin veil of control, but what came naturally was a belief that an aggressive offense was best. As she followed closely behind Gavin, she made sure to scan the area quickly, her senses processing her surroundings to best sift out anything particularly strange or out of place, anything that could be deemed a thread. There was nothing

[salvationdenied]

Brian was not facing Kristoph when he heard his name spoken, but he turned his head toward the sound of his voice, and in one relaxed, streamlined motion, he was facing his superior.

A smile. He wasn't beaming, but he wasn't scowling, either.

"I'm sorry I got cut off. Someone came too close to the phone booth."

Brian took the first step toward Kristoph, beginning the stride forward. He wasn't behaving tensely; in fact, he looked rather triumphant, having acquired the information that he wanted.

"My identity hasn't been compromised," he explained, at the sight of a rather tense-looking woman that he had seen once or twice before (usually around or close to Kristoph) following behind.

"But there's a lab a ways down, in the warehouse that used to be a clothing factory. I've traced the production of the White Anemone to there."

[myscarsmiles]

He knew that Mazikeen behind him was surely on the verge of freaking out, to put it basely. She was always so concerned for him, and although he did find the concern touching, there was also something a little irritating about it. Worrying gave you wrinkles, and Kristoph couldn't stand for that. He simply did as he wanted, and with his cool, effortless confidence, things happened. Almost always good things. One day he'd teach Mazikeen

[salvationdenied]

Brian lowers the hood on his sweater, revealing his face to the two of them. The night is a little chilly, with a heavy salted mist coming in off of the ocean, which dampens his clothes, but Brian relishes the feel of it.

He turns his darkened brown eyes, almost black now, to the warehouse and then to Kristoph, nodding his head. "Never been on the inside, but I've watched my dealers come here on a repeated basis when they need to replenish supplies." He, too, is armed with a small Colt revolver that's tucked away somewhere.

"Packaging and distributing looks like their main objective, keeping the drug on the streets..." He blinked, slowly and turned to look at Kris, gesturing. "If you'll follow me I can show you the main production floor. It should be safe.. shouldn't be many people left in there. Wednesday nights are the slowest." And he moves around the raised bit of boardwalk they're standing on, toward the back of the warehouse.

[myscarsmiles]

With a small gesture, Kristoph extends an arm foward.

"Lead the way, my dear," he says, with a cool, comforting smile. It most certainly doesn't seem like he's walking into a drug den owned by the enemy. As a matter of fact, he appears quite cheerful about the whole thing.

"Let's see what we have, here..."

[daughterinexile]

As they move along the boardwalk, taking a beeline path between the puddles of light created by the street lamps, Mazikeen makes a conscious effort to move from behind Kristoph's shoulder to in front of him. A small production facility like the one Brian mentioned would mean guards -- at least a handful -- and Mazikeen feels a small surge of adrenaline hit her blood as they make a careful approach. In addition to the dagger strapped tight to her thigh, there are several throwing knives sewn into the lining of her jacket. She fingers them anxiously as they go, her senses now taut and hyper-aware.

[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