The Shipment [Nightwing and Owen]
Oct 20, 2013 23:59:06 GMT
Post by Penguin on Oct 20, 2013 23:59:06 GMT
Date: Three weeks and one day after half year mark.
Time: 22:35
Location: Miller Harbor, Warehouse 27.
The wooden crate hit the ground with a loud crash, 'causing most of the people presented at the scene to twitch nervously. After a few seconds of cautious silence, Phil, a man in black dress pants and white shirt with rolled up sleeves yelled angrily at the driver of the forklift. "Careful you dumb shit! A drop like that might blow the building fucking skyhigh! A stunt like that again and i'll flay you with fucking barbwire!" Miquel didn't take long to get the truck out of the building to get the next crate. He'd been working with Phil before, and had learned from hard-earned experience that he didn't mess around with threats he didn't mean.
Phil looked down at the shipping manifest in his hands, flipping over a page. It appeared that everything was here. Grenades, handguns, automated firearms, bulletproof vests... If he hadn't known about the boss's plans, he'd half expect a war with the Chinese was underfoot. He chuckled. The police was so busy chasing small timers they didn't have the slightest idea what was really going on, and that suited the boss just fine. Still, Phil didn't feel a 100% sure about the whole operation. Although he had brought ten men for the job, armed and properly trained (except for Miquel. Shithead), he couldn't help but worry it might not be enough. A lot of money was invested in this shipment.
Phil put the manifest on one of the boxes and strolled outside to grab a cigarette in the cool evening air. Hopefully the idiots wouldn't detonate the area in his absence.
Time: 22:35
Location: Miller Harbor, Warehouse 27.
The wooden crate hit the ground with a loud crash, 'causing most of the people presented at the scene to twitch nervously. After a few seconds of cautious silence, Phil, a man in black dress pants and white shirt with rolled up sleeves yelled angrily at the driver of the forklift. "Careful you dumb shit! A drop like that might blow the building fucking skyhigh! A stunt like that again and i'll flay you with fucking barbwire!" Miquel didn't take long to get the truck out of the building to get the next crate. He'd been working with Phil before, and had learned from hard-earned experience that he didn't mess around with threats he didn't mean.
Phil looked down at the shipping manifest in his hands, flipping over a page. It appeared that everything was here. Grenades, handguns, automated firearms, bulletproof vests... If he hadn't known about the boss's plans, he'd half expect a war with the Chinese was underfoot. He chuckled. The police was so busy chasing small timers they didn't have the slightest idea what was really going on, and that suited the boss just fine. Still, Phil didn't feel a 100% sure about the whole operation. Although he had brought ten men for the job, armed and properly trained (except for Miquel. Shithead), he couldn't help but worry it might not be enough. A lot of money was invested in this shipment.
Phil put the manifest on one of the boxes and strolled outside to grab a cigarette in the cool evening air. Hopefully the idiots wouldn't detonate the area in his absence.