Delirious. (Jul 1, 2011 11:34:27 PM)
(This user has entered Beinville St. Wharf) (IP = 98.155.160.243)

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 1, 2011 11:34:42 PM)
(This user has entered Beinville St. Wharf) (IP = 67.171.163.52)

Delirious. (Jul 1, 2011 11:40:24 PM)
It was a normal evening for Lowell, the smuggler at the wharf to pick up a shipment per the norm. There was no hint of a moon in the sky, leaving everything dimly lit by the periodic lights along the wharf which cast vast, dark shadows upon everything. Several small ships were docked, most of them fishing boats though two were small container ships. There were a couple mortals burning the midnight oil, working the dock, unloading several small crates from one of the ships, Lowell aware one of those crates was his to pick up.

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 1, 2011 11:43:27 PM)
*Lowell stands in the shadow of a cargo container watching the men work, watching for any cops that might be trying to set him up because there is no way he is going to jail for his customer*

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 1, 2011 11:47:36 PM)
(4 dice vs. diff of 6 to alertness : 3, 6, 7, 7 : 3 successes)

Delirious. (Jul 1, 2011 11:48:53 PM)
The coast looked clear, literally, no sign of the coast guard or any cops buzzing around in the parking lot of the wharf, which was still some distance away from one another. One of the men had a clipboard and from where Lowell stood, he could see the man making one of the crates 'disappear' from the shipment list, crate #147. It was large enough to be cumbersome but small enough that Lowell would be able to carry it on his own. A simple nod of the mortals head toward Lowell was the only sign that was given to the Assamite that he could take it when he wished as it was set aside on the dock.

Lowell Whitaker (Jul 1, 2011 11:50:52 PM)
*Lowell walks out for the crate disliking the fact thats its out in the open with a grunt he pick it up and starts heading back to his hiding place to inspect the cargo*