Log:Unfinished Business, Scene 4

Unfinished Business 2009/11/10 	 Sable Vendetta 4

Sable is shocked awake buy the splash of cold Atlantic water on her face. Her current surroundings -- a dark enclosed space roughly the size of a truck cargo container. It's dimly lit with red lights. At both ends, there a watertight hatches like those one would find on a sea vessel. One of the hatches is ajar, letting in water which is slowly filling the space.

Sable is still tied up in the nets that were fired by Vendetta's goons, but the net has been saddled with additional bits of scrap, tools, and other materials, weighing it down.

Sable is not alone in this space. Vendetta is here as well, standing over Sable.

Sable's head shakes fitfully from side to side as the spray of icy water recalls her to consciousness and she straightens, planting her shoulders and back against a wall, groggily lifting her attention to the Italian.

Vendetta says, "I've been waiting for this moment for almost five years. It didn't unfold exactly as I planned, but I think this end will fit your crime. I want you to die knowing who am I. My name is Vincenzo Spada... My father was Giorgio Spada."

Vendetta removes his mask, revealing his identity. He's a dark haired man in his early thirties. There's not much distinctive about his appearance, but anyone who knew with his father would see the family resemblance.

Sable's head bobs slackly in a loose nod. "I remember..." She lifts her head to rest it against the wall behind her, looking up at the young man,her voice strengthening slightly as she slips fluidly into Italian. "I remember your father very well Vincenzo, perhaps better than you do if you think this is the way he would have wanted you to honour his memory."

Vendetta's face twists with anger, and he responds in Italian. "How dare you!" he shouts, so strongly that his shoulders rise and fall with his words. "How dare you try to invoke the memory of my dead father. The father that you killed. Goodbye, Sable. I hope you burn in hell!" And with that, Vendetta opens the hatch the rest of the way, letting the chamber fill with water.

Sable bites on her lower lip as she braces against the wall and floor, testing the netting that binds her for any sign of give, her arms and shoulders twisting in improbable directions as she searchs for a configuration that will give her some slack to work with.

As Sable starts to struggle to get free, Vendetta swims out through the open hatch into the harbor, pulling Sable along with him. Once outside, he swims towards the surface, while letting Sable sink towards the bottom.

Sable manages to twist her left arm into what seems almost like a self-imposed hammerlock but in the process manages to slide her fingers free of the edge of the netting. With a sharp tug she yanks it down across her shoulders, which allows her right hand to spring free and the weighted netting falls from her like a coccoon.

Vendetta continues to swim away as quickly as he can, confident in his victory, and not wanting to run into Lady Luck or Ferryl.

Sable takes a moment to gauge Vendetta's course before setting out in the opposite direction, her strokes smooth and powerful as she propels herself with surprisingly practiced ease. She gradually closes toward the surface but keeps most of her motion lateral. She does not leave it to the last possible moment to surface however, preferring a calm, quiet, emergence with a minimum of splash or gasping.

While Sable recovers, Vendetta slips away.

Once she has regathered her breath and the spots before her eyes have cleared somewhat, Sable cautiously makes her way toward shore, attempting to make best use of the docks to provide as much visual cover as possible.

Sable heaves herself smoothly out of the water into the shadow of a crate where she pauses, sitting cross-legged and gazing out over the water while she dries off enough to move without ridiculously loud squelching noises..