Log:Unfinished Business, Scene 2

Unfinished Business 2009/11/07 	 Ferryl Sable 2

Ferryl and Sable do some legwork.

Sable finally returns from her survey of the scene with a plastic bag clutched in one hand.

Ferryl eventually returns to Sable's general location, seeking her out. "I have good news and perplexing news."

Sable's shoulders lift in a small shrug. "What did you get?"

Ferryl grins. "The good news is, no one's put a hit out on you. The perplexing news is, why our brute boy was trying anyway. He's got strong associations with the Congelosi family, and Christopher Carrao is the one who put the call about you out. Seems they're trying to track you without the mask on. I'd keep a low profile for a while."

Sable's brow furrows. "Weird-ass, perhaps Devastator is pressuring them into tracking me down."

Ferryl nods. "Maybe. I have the feeling we'll see more of Skully."

Sable's shoulders lift slightly. "It was opportunistic, not an ambush, or a stalking, he was here when I showed and he took his opportunity."

Sable says, "How would I get in touch with Mister Carrao?"

Ferryl nods. "So what prompted the assault, is my question. He's muscle. You want a chat with Carrao? Think I can work something like that. It'll take a few days probably."

Sable says, "I would like to chat with him about it. Devastator is pressuring the Congelosi's, he may be trying to take me out before I can coordinate an attack, or it may be something else. I think we'll learn more if we can talk with Carrao."

Ferryl nods. "Let's play the questioning game then. See you in a few hours." She heads off again.

 Sable says, "The situation at the stadium has calmed alittle for everyone on the way"

Ferryl eventually returns, "Carrao okayed a meet. You need to be there, which I think was your plan, and generally not mine, at night, in a waterfront warehouse." She offers a handwritten note.

Sable takes the note and examine it. "Wow... would you be interested in being back up?"

Ferryl nods. "Sure. I can play backup. And shootup."

 Sable says, "Is anyone out there to act as backup?"

Chris Carrao was a longtime head of some of the Family's shipping concerns. He's since moved on to a role where he doesn't have to get his hands dirty with day-to-day operations, but still this warehouse is familiar turf to him. He used to conduct business here and in a number of other warehouses just like it.

It's nighttime when the heroes arrive. A number of other warehouses on the docks are still active now, running operations around the clock. However, this warehouse seems to be quiet by comparison.

Sable moves quietly onto a nearby rooftop, patiently and carefully examining the location

Sable's booted foot suffs against a long-discarded beere can that rattles across the corrugated iron rooftop.

Ferryl heads for cover upon hearing the noise.

Although the warehouse is quiet, it's not without activity. The perimeter of the warehouse is patrolled by about 8 pairs of men, split between the ground level and the rooftop of the warehouse. The men on the rooftop have binoculars. They are not visibly armed, but there's no telling what's hidden beneath their overcoats in this autumn weather. Sable's misstep on the rooftop draws the attention of a couple of men on the rooftop. One of them raises a walkie talkie to his ear.

Sable decides to abandon the pretense of stealth at which she has miserably failed and instead leaps down to land near the man with the walkie talkie. "So let's get this show on the road."

The man on the rooftop nods to Sable. "You're early. You can head on inside. Ferryl can go in, too. I'll tell the Skipper that you're here."

Sable's lips curl into a soft smile. "I'm sure she appreciates the invitation but Ferryl's not an indoor type of person." She moves past the guard and into the warehouse.

 Sable says, "You're invited inside if you want apparently Ferryl, and they even mentioned you by name"

Ferryl remains out of sight while Sable plays visibility holder. When invited, she frowns, thoughtful, then shrugs, moving to Sable's side and keeping her paranoia senses going on standard overdrive, examining every nook and cranny of the place as she moves to get a sense of where ambushes might pop out for the fun of it.

One of the two guards by the heroes talks on his walkie talkie. "Yeah they're here." "Yeah." "Ok." He looks to Ferryl and Sable. "The Skip will be along shortly. You can wait for him inside." He points out a door the leads from the rooftop down to interior of the warehouse.

Sable's lips curl into a soft smile and she reaches out to take the guard by the forearm. "Let's go in together. That way you'll know we';re not stealing or vandalising things."

Ferryl lets Sable to the talking, keeping her own distance from the two and heading right in to have a good look around. She is attentive, but relaxed-seeming. A routine behavior for her in a new location.

The guard frowns and shrugs off Sable's grasp. "Alright. We'll go down." One of this pair of guards heads first and his partner intends to walk behind the heroes.

Sable relinquishes her grip and follows where the guard leads, her weight apparently smoothly distributed but on the balls of her feet

The door leads to a set of stairs that go down to a catwalk inside of the warehouse, and then down to the ground.

The warehouse is lit, but quiet, with noone inside. There are cargo containers stacked high, with robotic cargo arms built into rails on the ceiling.

The guards wait with the heroes on the ground floor of the warehouse. It's a few minutes before the front doors are opened up to allow a luxury sedan to pull it. It's silver with black tinted windows. It rolls up and stops 8" from the heroes and their escorts.

Ferryl momentarily checks to ensure her bow is attached without being turned on for the moment, her tail swaying slightly.

Sable stands with her weight evenly distributed between her feet which are shoulder width apart, hands clasped loosely in front of her as she watches the car approach.

A masked man steps out of the car.

The masked man speaks with an Italian accent. "You've done well," he says to the two guards. "Tell your boss that he's upheld his part of the bargain, and I'll do the same. You may go." Two previously hidden hatches begin to open up in the floor, revealing hidden cargo bays containing twenty armed men. "And now, Sable, it's time for my revenge!"