Abandoned Tenik Warehouse 79B

The green and black Gunslinger's peeled into the dock:

(yes I know it aint green nor black )

Huel looked around, noticing the Harbor Master approaching. Before the Harbor Master got to ask Huel anything, one of the Wolfkin approached and handed the man a stack of 500 Galideno Notes. "Look, we needs some time hauling out our shit. If you see them police buzzing about, let us know ahead of time and we'll give you another stack, okay? We're going to be hanging around for now so keep us posted, capiche?" he says to the Harbor Master who looks at the group before shrugging, taking his pay off. He didn't care what Tenik Industrial lost, if it made him more money and kept him alive. The kind of people Huel liked working with.

Huel turned to the wolfkin and a few of the other members of the crew. He turned to them all, nodding. "Just in case, everyone keep a piece on them at all times. If you catch someone snoopin', take'em out as quietly as you can. We don't need the police on our asses because someone's gotta trigger finger." he explained, sweating nervously yet. Once everyone seemed in agreement, Huel heads into the Warehouse. There was about 18 other members of the crew, and for obvious reasons, the more suspicious characters entered the building behind Huel, including the Wolfkin. That left about six to run patrol outside the building. Save for one, they were not heavily armed if only to keep their suspicion under the radar. All had pistols, .38 in caliber that were either old Police Model Service Pistols¹, Pilot Pistols², or a Quicksilver Mod. 1 Semi-Auto Handgun³. Many hid their guns from plain sight, either under their coats or behind their waist bands. The heavily armed grunt was carrying a sawn down stock variant of a .458 Tenik Domescadian Model 60 Assault Rifle⁴, which he held under his long coat at his side.

Irregular rounds around the building were made by these six, weaving around industrial supplies, shipping crates and the like commonly seen around the harbor. The reason for their being there, though the particular warehouse was not in use by Tenik Industrial for some time, the yard itself was used as an impromptu storage area by the harbor's workers. Cameras around the area didn't belong to Huel's crew, and they were not being patched in or hacked into by them either. The docks otherwise were quiet.

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1(.38) Galideno Service Revolver Mk. 1
2(.38) 'Pilot Revolver'
3(.38) Quicksilver Mod 1
4(.458 Tenik) Domescadian Model 60 Assault Rifle [Sawnoff vers]
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(Handguns of Galiavan 2282)

(Rifles of Galiavan 2282)

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Grimoire arrived not too long after his T.I.R.S. Regalia auto driven itself and parked near the docks. Reunited with his vehicle, Grimoire began to cruise the area, using the tracking device he had slipped onto Huel lead him to the condemned man. It was soon clear however, that the tracking device lead him into the restricted section of the harbor yard. Curious, given how it was again, Tenik Industrial property. Which means he had to get passed security. It would implicate a breach of security in the Harboryards, if not full corruption of the Tenik Employees who worked in this area. I can't fully condone them. If you're not with the military or white collar staff, you're basically working twice as hard for three times as less salaries. Throw in an idiot mobster who flaunts cash better spent on his appearance and wardrobe... not that it helped him any, and he's got loyal dogs. Throw a hungry dog meat, and he'll let you scratch his back. Feed him enough, and he'll be faithfully yours. Grim frowned at these implications. It would also mean that he'd have to imagine that any of the harbor workers could potentially be in Huel's pocket. He'd have to tread carefully and slip in without the Harbor staff becoming aware of his presence from here out.

Thankfully, the T.I.R.S. squad cars were nondescript, but he'd still have to hide it before beginning infiltration. He parked an area down from Huel's current location. Taking a moment to gather his senses and mentally prepare for what he would have to do. Using his phone, he wirelessly hacked into the Harbor's security footage, studying it closely alongside the area's topographical map. He saw some blindspots he could take advantage of, and areas he could hide should he see unwanted company. The stealthfield generator Chesluk was working on still hadn't been issued yet, but it would make this mission a helluvalot easier. While observing the cameras, Grim could see the warehouse he was headed to. The attached notes he dug up suggested the building had been abandoned for the better half of six years. No reason was given, as it was structurally sound and still met Harbor regulations according to the Harbor Master's reports. In the meantime its front lot was being used as unofficial storage. Nothing jumped out of the picture there, save the six suits wandering the yards grounds aimlessly.

Grimoire furrowed his brow. Sentries. I didn't need training to see that. Can't tell what they're armed with, our satellite isn't in position yet. I don't expect pea-shooters... Huel's not there. Hm. He must be inside. I'll have to work my way around the muscle then... He thought, then another thought occurred to him. If the Harbor was in Huel's crew or his supervisor's pocket, he couldn't call for backup. Not just yet anyway. He checked his phone for his superiors, to see if any were yet active. Director Shinitase seemed to have clocked out early. His Captain was also unavailable. There was the Deputy Director, Senior Agent Stratus... but from what he knew of the man, he wouldn't send an air support team less Grim had solid proof. He'd have to record his findings inside and then wait behind enemy lines...

Just like old times. Either the Crimson Scarves or T.I.R.S., it seems I'm always slipping behind the enemy's trench and clearing out a path... He sighed inwardly, closing his phone. Stepping outside, Grimoire closed and locked the Regalia behind him. He would begin the operation now.

Grimoire slipped through the areas where the camera's could be taken advantage of. There was the matter of chain link fences, but he was able to climb and vault around their barbed wire without so much as a snag. For the areas where the cameras had been stationary, he used a bust transmission of data to temporarily tamper with the footage. For the security guards watching, they'd see a burst of static similar to faulty equipment before it would return to normal. Grim, by then, would already be one step ahead and out of sight.

Ghosting through the harbor's maze, he finally made it outside the Warehouse Huel was located. I wished I had some of this tech when I was fighting in the Coreals. It would have made my life easier then. He checked the tracker via his sunglasses HUD, just to triple check on Huel,  and saw that the man had yet moved more than a few feet. It indicated he was still inside. Now, for the somewhat hard part... He told himself, crouching low behind shipping containers, he began to silently stalk the sentries. Keeping out of sight for the most part, or in the shadows, Grimoire planned his method of dealing with them. Slipping his hand against the side of his watch, he twisted an additional knob that would have no sense to be on a fancy watch such as this, and pulled out a length of thin wire from its internal spool. The garrote was made of reinforced carbon fibers laced with thin strands of mythril and dridder silk. Expensive stuff used as support cables on Airships. Granted, he had his gun and knife, but he wasn't planning on killing lest he had to. Though it would temporarily solve a problem, it could potentially raise suspicion for those inside the warehouse should the guards posted not report in periodically.

Like a phantom, Grimoire clung to the shadow of a sentry making his rounds around the shipping crates beside the warehouse. His catlike movement was eerie, Grim was no more than a foot or so behind the man, keeping pace and crouched, his shoes not scuffing the ground or making excess sound that wasn't being made by his mark. To his mark, perhaps it would have been a blur of black, a sudden shift in movement or perhaps even completely unnoticed, but Grimoire abruptly shook off his mark, ducking behind a pile of large pipes he could fit himself into. From there, Grim observed closely, his right eye watching footage of the warehouse briefly before turning his attention to his mark. For the moment, Grim was undetectable on camera, and was positioned close enough to the building, but still out of sight. He needed a distraction to get past the sentries, take them out, or seek a different path. He saw a fire escape from this angle which he didn't see on any of the cameras in this warehouse area. Potentially a part of another set of camera's feed, Grim didn't have the luxury to sit and review the other cameras. It seemed like a safe bet, and of the six roaming about, they seemed to have ignored it entirely.

I'll make that my point of entry, Grim mentally noted, his attention switching back to the patrol, to observe them close at hand.

One of the goons (the one Grim had been shadowing), paused and took a moment to himself to smoke.

The others continued to wander aimlessly, just keeping an eye out for any obvious intruders who may be curious about their presence. They weren't expecting too much heat, but their boss was a bit on the paranoid side after getting some call from guys inside the Bliss.

"Huh... I guess there's a change in management at the Bliss..." one of them started saying.

"Yeah, its getting Huel nervous. God he can be a prick when he's angry. Nervous."

"When isn't he?" Another chimed, and a few of the men started to laugh awkwardly.

"He thinks he may be getting rubbed out too. He wants to get rid of the product before its guaranteed. Shame though, we could make an awful lot if we sold to those Feniran's. I don't know what he's gonna do with it all. Probably toss it out at sea."

Random Mobs wrote:

One of the goons (the one Grim had been shadowing), paused and took a moment to himself to smoke.

The others continued to wander aimlessly, just keeping an eye out for any obvious intruders who may be curious about their presence. They weren't expecting too much heat, but their boss was a bit on the paranoid side after getting some call from guys inside the Bliss.

"Huh... I guess there's a change in management at the Bliss..." one of them started saying.

"Yeah, its getting Huel nervous. God he can be a prick when he's angry. Nervous."

"When isn't he?" Another chimed, and a few of the men started to laugh awkwardly.

"He thinks he may be getting rubbed out too. He wants to get rid of the product before its guaranteed. Shame though, we could make an awful lot if we sold to those Feniran's. I don't know what he's gonna do with it all. Probably toss it out at sea."

Grimoire watched the guards make small talk, and decided to make his approach. He could see that crossing the open concrete yard leading to the building would be suicide if he didn't take care of a few of the grunts. He started with the one who was smoking and had been stalking first. He slips behind the man, raising his garrote quickly around the man's neck, pulling the man back while twisting the wires tightly around the back of his neck! The thin cord which was spooled from his watch tightened the slack with its powerful internal rotor, and made the process easier for the T.I.R.S. Agent. He yanked him down, crouching, pulling and tugging him back into the shadows. While he dragged his victim behind the large industrial pipes, he hastened his process of elimination by turning away, pulling the cord which wound its way around the panicking man's neck from over his right shoulder, as if Grim was going to throw the man over his shoulder. This gave Grim more leverage, combined with the mechanical help to efficiently remove his victim's head with such thin wire and pressure! Back to back with his enemy, he continued to pull down till there was either an audible crack or a pop following without further struggles.

Grimoire's effective handling, using his back to give himself leverage allowed him to murder the thug with as little noise as possible. He fell limp, pressed back to back with Grimoire, the man's arms dropping to his sides and his body felt heavier and unsupported. No one seemed the wiser. The guard had a single action .38 Old Service* tucked behind his pants belt; a common handgun these days given the rise of better firearms. Affordable, accurate, and deadly, they were once the Army's and Police's most dependable Service Revolver.

The other guards continued to talk.

"Toss it out at sea? Seems like a waste."

"Well, its better than being caught with it. Or letting it fall in the hands of the fuckin' Black Cloaks. Then we'd be charged for treason too."

"Willy, you make it sound like you're gonna turn yaself in?"

"Hey, I'm just thinking out loud here. Do you really think Huel's gonna defend us? He'll just as likely toss us under the bus."

"Then why are you here?" Another asked.

"Because, danger pay. After this, I'm retiring to Bries Harbor. Fuck this place."


They seemed to realize that they were slacking off, so the remaining five decided to get back to their posts and patrols. The heavily armed one in the trench coat, 'Willy' brandished a cigar and lit it before standing guard by the front entrance. His sawn-off assault rifle under his coat, but was somewhat noticeable from Grim's perspective. One of the other grunts was heading in Grim's direction. "Eh, where Tommy go?" He called out, somewhat annoyed, and began to head Grimoire's way.

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Grimoire, feeling no more struggle from his victim, let the garrote wire retract back into the spool within his watch, then checked the body for anything of value. He saw the gun, but didn't need it; he was packing a better pistol and didn't need this one weighing him down. Plus, he wasn't fond of the Old Service model, he felt the bolt which held the break barrel to the frame was a little weaker on the older production models but then again he was a tad 'aggressive' when reloading. Pocketing what he could find of use from the man's pockets, he drags the body into one of the industrial pipe's hollows, to keep him out of sight. It was great timing too, as he heard one of the other guards approaching and being aware of their missing comrade's presence. He slips away by crawling into one of the other hollow tube like pipes, his slender frame aiding him immensely. He waited, and observed the enemy's actions via his HUD.

Grimoire would find a lighter, a sheepskin leather wallet, speed loaders for a .38 six shot revolver, a pack of cigarettes, and car keys in his search.

When the grunt walked past the pipes, the unaware man scratched his head. "Hm... probably takin' a piss. Tommy can't hold his bladder to save his life, sheesh..." He grunts. He turns away and heads back to his route.

"Ey, something wrong?" One of the others called out.

"Nah," the grunt replied, adding: "Tommy's just takin' a piss no doubt."

"Figures." A pair of voices replied back.

On the Cameras, Willy was remaining stationary, smoking his cigar and leaned against the wall beside the entrance door, while two guys walked about the front gates leading out to the road, and the remaining two walked along the sides of the warehouse, halting Grimoire's advance.

Random Mobs wrote:Grimoire would find a lighter, a sheepskin leather wallet, speed loaders for a .38 six shot revolver, a pack of cigarettes, and car keys in his search.

When the grunt walked past the pipes, the unaware man scratched his head. "Hm... probably takin' a piss. Tommy can't hold his bladder to save his life, sheesh..." He grunts. He turns away and heads back to his route.

"Ey, something wrong?" One of the others called out.

"Nah," the grunt replied, adding: "Tommy's just takin' a piss no doubt."

"Figures." A pair of voices replied back.

On the Cameras, Willy was remaining stationary, smoking his cigar and leaned against the wall beside the entrance door, while two guys walked about the front gates leading out to the road, and the remaining two walked along the sides of the warehouse, halting Grimoire's advance.

Grimoire watched a pair of legs enter his vision, then walk away. Once they were gone, the confident agent slipped out of the tube, and knelt behind them again. From the HUD, the grunt's pattern was randomized save the one named 'Willy' who remained stationary. He wished he had a suppressed weapon, the agency desperately needed a powerful pistol capable of such, since the Scout Rifles were not something an agent could carry on them without raising alarm:


(Mk.1 Galideno Service Rifle 'Scout Mod')

He didn't have anything like that though on his person, and didn't need to. Going through the items on hand, he took the contents out of the wallet, pocketed the lighter and cigs (not that he smoked, but they could have another use), and pocketed the ammo. The keys he noticed had a remote lock device on them, as well as an alarm. No need for a silent weapon... Grim smirked. He presses the alarm, and watches the enemy movements carefully while one of the parked Gunslinger's lights flashed and the horn began to bleat annoyingly.

The five guards turned their heads to the parked Gunslinger, a few having drawn their weapons out on instinct. "What the fuck?!" One yelled out. They began to crowd the vehicle, save Willy who looked pissed off. One of the guys tried the door, but couldn't open it. "Goddamn it, who has the keys?" The guards began turning out their suit pockets, but none seem to be in possession of them. "Ah dammit, Tommy!" One of them griped. They began to frantically pry the hood open, which lead to Willy abandoning his post to aid the dimwits. "Lemme have a look, by the Twelve you guys are useless!" Willy yelled over the horn.

One of the suited grunts from inside the ware house poked his head out worryingly. "The fuck you nimwits doing?!" They screamed. "What don't ya get about 'low profile'?" they added, to which Willy flipped this newcomer off. "Fuck ya self Sal, fuckin' Tommy took a walk with the keys!" Will added. 'Sal' exited, wearing a white dress shirt, with a black vest and slacks. He had shiny Sobekian Skin shoes, and a black leather holster with a pair of .44 Single-Actions no doubt imported from Izhevesk under each arm:



He looked doubly pissed. "Huel's already in a state, he's gonna kill ya fucks if ya don't shut that Godsdamned thing off!!" Sal screams, approaching the group heatedly.

The fire escape entry was now clear!

...like a charm. Grimoire hums victoriously. He observed this 'Sal' guy a little wearily, but continued his infiltration regardless. He returned to Tommy, taking his coat and hat, put them on and walked out from his cover in a quick, yet inconspicuous manner. If there were cameras on the other side, it would at least be a momentary camouflage for the lenses if not to the mooks banging on that beat up vehicle. He crosses the yard, and makes his ascent of the stairs swiftly, the fedora on his head was shifted to hide his eyes. Once up the stairs he made a quick scan for other security personnel and cameras. It looked clear, and there was a door leading into the hangar style warehouse. He tried the door's handle.

Grimoire slipped by without notice, as the six goons were still trying to break open the hood of the vehicle to cut the battery. When he got to the door, he found it had been locked, which explained the lack of security.

All the while, the mixed white noise of the car alarm and frantic, angry shouts could be heard from out of sight.

Grimoire tried the other keys on the car key's ring, but frowned. Figures... He slips the keys into Tommy's coat pocket, looked around, and since he was in still in the clear, drew his Galideno Combat Knife from his lower back. Using the thick, shiny trench dagger as a shiv, he pried it into the door frame beside the lock, and began to dig and loosen the bolt. Thankfully, he didn't have to worry about being forceful, for the alarms took the grunts attention. He wiggled the knob and plunged the blade, and repeated.

Random Mobs wrote:

Grimoire Valentine wrote:Grimoire tried the other keys on the car key's ring, but frowned. Figures... He slips the keys into Tommy's coat pocket, looked around, and since he was in still in the clear, drew his Galideno Combat Knife from his lower back. Using the thick, shiny trench dagger as a shiv, he pried it into the door frame beside the lock, and began to dig and loosen the bolt. Thankfully, he didn't have to worry about being forceful, for the alarms took the grunts attention. He wiggled the knob and plunged the blade, and repeated.

The door gave, and Grimoire was allowed entry into upper floor office that seemed to be in disuse. Dust covered the rusted equipment, and blinds covered windows looking out into the warehouse in general. Old monitors covered in layers of dust, and looked inoperable and the light overhead was a dim yellow, swaying from its cone shaped sconce, hanging from the ceiling above. A table with miscellaneous material strewn on top, things from George Tenik Senior's reign. It seemed like it was a docking operations room at one time, where the security workers would monitor the cargo transfers and boat docking remotely. Windows were to the left of Grim and in front of him, with a door to the far right, hugging the wall beside an old water cooler no longer in service. As stated, the windows were shaded with blinds, but peaking between the blinds, the dusty windows peered into a dimly lit walkway where the door to Grim's right lead. A cat walk, which spread throughout most of the second floor area.

Grimoire entered, closing the door behind him, wedging it shut with an old chair that was next to the table. He looks around him as he sheaths his blade, and takes in the dim environment, assessing the room's state. "Looks like this place hasn't had a cleaning in a good decade or two. Someone should fire the maid..." he says lightly to himself, removing the fedora and turning off the shade function of his glasses. He sets Tommy's hat and long coat on the table, no longer needing them. Any further usage could in fact, hinder his progress and stealth should they catch on anything or make his shadow in darkness larger. He scanned what could be of use in the room, but found nothing while outside the sounds of the vehicle's horn continued to drone on, albeit muffled. He took out his mobile phone and sent a Text to the Director as well as his Captain, just to be safe.

Agent Valentine reporting at the T.I. Dockyard, Warehouse 79B according to these decade old files. Huel and a group of about 18 entered abandoned site. I took out one of the guards out front, hid the body. Continuing my solo investigation from within the Warehouse.

He hit 'send' and took a moment for himself, as the mental strain was just as tasking as it was on his body. He took a moment to clear his thoughts, put them in order.

Hmm. Director Shinitase seems quite interested in my abilities to give me one of her assignments. Surprised by her... well, surprise? She seemed to not have noticed me till today, which is somewhat concerning. She also stole my danishes and coffee... He paused, sighing at his inner monologue. He then smiled. On that note, that Elven woman I met on the patio of the cafe area was cute. She's playing a game with me, I still have her handkerchief in my pocket. She's of noble blood given the crest, I've seen it before. But where? He pondered rubbing his chin with one gloved hand. He thought about how he hadn't been in the field since that mess at Grey Manor in Rolan, how he checked up on the increasingly paranoid owner of Grey Firearms, and found the guy had killed himself... That house was... off. I shouldn't think of it, its an omen to think of such things on the job. He assures himself, blinking before checking the catwalk for signs of life via the window blinds. "Looks... clear." he says softly, gently trying the door and entering the catwalk when it creaked open. The creaking alone would have given him a slight heart attack, but the horn outside was louder. He began his in depth investigation of the warehouse now.