Blind: ((9 works))

The warehouses are mostly dark now, the street lights cast eairee shadows about the place that keep you on edge, there's the sound of machienry here and there scattered and the occashional parts that are running late. A few people are still milling about, most either in the areas still active or at a distance from them, the lack of light means that when there are sounds you turn to look, might even make some people quite jumpy. the occashional vehical on the roads or moving through the areas between, to or from them.

Patrick Forbes: *Finishing up an on site repair, Patrick leaves the particular building, his hands greesy and his face pulled up displaying annoyance at having been called out so late. Looking around he moves to the company pick-up and tosses his tools in the back and then leans against the truck pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting up.*

William Halloran: William makes his way down the street, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. He needed a night out, to clear his head. A lot going on lately around the giant, though never with him. He keeps his eyes downward, a quiet expression on his ruined face.

Patrick Forbes: d10: P/A: 6,4,1,

Patrick Forbes: *Patrick isnt particularly observant tonight as he rummages around in his pockets for something. He doesnt even see the massive William walking down the street, though one would likely miss a building before theyd miss Will*

William Halloran: d10: Per+Alert: 6,9,7,5,9,8,7,

William Halloran: He, on the other hand, is his usual, exceptionally observant self. He looks up, noting Patric, and grunts to him as he comes near, making his way down the street. "Heya."

Patrick Forbes: *Patricks eyes swivel up to meet William, they are cold...but only for the briefest of seconds before he blinks and nods to the man.* "Evenin. Whats up?"

Blind -> William Halloran: He also notes in addition a few things, the crack of light as one warehouse door a few down opens, the windows that are to the building however show no light through them, blacked out presumably. He can see the hand of the guy opening the door but little more at current. he can also see another indavidual in leathers sat in a car, drumming the wheel as though he's waiting for someone. and lastly a figure of a few inches belwo average height walking up between two of the warehouses looking about. long hair though in the dark that's all that can be seen to give any clue to gender.

William Halloran: "Nahmuch..." It trails off a little as he looks past Patrick, ahead to a warehouse a few down. He falls quiet, frowning a little as he watches. Something looks fishy.

Patrick Forbes: *Patrick raises an eyebrow as he looks at the man, then looks the otherway towards the warehouse.* "What do you mean by fishy?"

William Halloran: ((That wasn't spoken. *G*))

Blind -> William Halloran: The guy pushes the door open, he's dressed in a leather jacket and black trousers and t shirt. his blond hair is short and clean cut, almost military. He nods to someone inside and starts to step away, leaving the door open a little as he heads for the waiting car.

Patrick Forbes: ((Woops just eliminate the talking part then:P))

William Halloran: He starts walking closer to the warehouse, trying his best to be inobtrusive. Well...as inobtrusive as a disfigured behemoth can be, anyway.

William Halloran: d10: Dex (No Stealth): 2,5,9,

Patrick Forbes: *As he watches Will he frowns somewhat. Tempted to leave the man to do whatever it is hes doing. But instead he looks around once more and follows the man*

Patrick Forbes: d10: Stealth: 5,5,8,8,

Blind: d10: P/A: 6,4,4,7,

Blind: The guy migrating towards the car catches sight of them out've the corner of his eye and shifts to look over towards the two fully, none the less he carries on walking towards his car.

Blind -> William Halloran: The guy in the car sees them aswell, watching them and can be seen to shift ever so slightly, no one new comes to the door of the warehouse and the crack left ajar remains.

William Halloran: William frowns a little bit, looking between the car and the warehouse. He diverts away from the car, taking a mental snapshot of the driver's face, and heads to the door.

William Halloran: ((Of the Warehouse))

Blind: As william moves towards the warehouse the man who'd been walking from it, gets to the car, opening the passangers side he leans in.

Patrick Forbes: *Patrick watches the man carefully, as he follows a bit behind Will*

William Halloran: He looks back, trying to take note of the license plate as he reaches out to open the door of the warehouse. ((Per+Alert or Invest?))

Blind -> William Halloran: ((dex stealth and per alert))

William Halloran: d10: Dex (No Stealth)WP: 6,2,8,

William Halloran: d10: Per+Alert: 4,4,8,5,2,3,3,

Blind: d10: : 1,4,9,9,

Blind -> William Halloran: Managing to open the door just enough to look in you can see a number of people moving about inside, crates are stacked high obscuring most of it from vision. there doesn't appear to be any machienery.

Blind -> William Halloran: The plate number is a new york plat number for 2004, the light makes it hard to make out exactly, might be a v or an n on the last digits, and whether it was an L or an I or a 1 isn't exactly clear either.

Patrick Forbes: *He looks over to Will and then back to the man, now not entirely sure what to do in this situation, He feels into his deep overalls and makes sure his piece is still there as he does.*

William Halloran: He frowns a little bit after he looks inside, before looking up and noting the address on the side of the building. "Huh..."

Blind: As he looks up for the address which is easily found Will will notice what Patrick already has, the guy who was going to the car is comming back, and he has seen them. he has his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and a scowl on his face.

Blind: He's still a good 15, 20 yards away.

William Halloran: He looks over his shoulder at the approaching man, turning to face him. He frowns a little bit, simply waiting for him to come up. Running now would be pointless. "Heya."

Blind: d10: : 3,9,3,8,2,7,10,5,

Blind: d10: : 8,8,4,

Patrick Forbes: *Patrick on the other hand is simply staring the man down, a slight grin on his face.*

Blind: "What're you doing snooping around in the dark?" The guy asks, no plesantries to it. His right hand is at a wrong angle the way it's positioned in his pocket, not even mirroring the left. The scowl on his face one of annoyance and aggravation.

Patrick Forbes: *Patrick on the other hand is simply staring the man down, a slight grin on his face.*

Blind: "What're you doing snooping around in the dark?" The guy asks, no plesantries to it. His right hand is at a wrong angle the way it's positioned in his pocket, not even mirroring the left. The scowl on his face one of annoyance and aggravation.

William Halloran: "Ain't snoopin' none." He shrugs a little, looking down at the man. "Ain't gone inside er nuthin'. Was just curious what the place was. Ain't illegal."

Patrick Forbes: *Patricks hands are in his pockets and he's watching the man like he knows what will happen*

Blind: Patrick's staredown seems to do nothing to put the guy at ease any.
"No it's not, and now you've seen, so you can go." brining the left hand out to wave the two away, moving to step past william as he does and head inside.

William Halloran: His look turns into a glower, frowning deeply down at the man. "Not just yet, fucker. Ain't found out whatcha do here. Inquiring minds gotta know...an' yer gonna tell me. Dig?" His hands come out of his pockets, empty but held lightly in fists, as he leans down to get in his face. ((Intimidation roll coming))

William Halloran: d10: Cha+Intimid (WP): 3,5,3,5,8,5,1,6,

William Halloran: ((I hate the dice. ALWAYS.))

Blind: d10: WP: 10,1,5,5,

Patrick Forbes: *As this happens Patrick is putting his fingers around his revolver, and getting ready to draw it if necessary.*

Blind: Will may not be as scary as he's most ever been, but it seems enough The guy takes a few steps back almost stumbling away from the giant of a man, his hands come out've his pockets almost to catch himself if he should fall, the right holds a gun but currently isn't held in any mannor that could be a threat as he stumbles away.

William Halloran: "Well." He frowns as the man stumbles back and away, and pulls the gun out. "That ain't fuckin' good..."

Patrick Forbes: "Id suggest you drop that....if you dont want any trouble." *Patrick says coldly to the man. His eyes sharp and piercing as he watches the man carefully*

Blind: It takes a minute for the guy in the car to react but you hear the door opening after a few seconds.
The one who was right up with you swings the gun round "Look." he says swallowing, "you want to walk away right now." he might sound intimidating at all... if he didn't sound so terrified whilst doing it, his hand shaking a little.

William Halloran: He considers it for all of about three seconds, looking between the guy in front of them and the guy approaching. His eyes fall on Patrick, and the brow above his miscolored eye raises, as if to say, What do you think?

Patrick Forbes: "Nah...i think your gonna walk away...after you tell us what you did here." *He grins, but theres no warmth there, only steel and ice.*

Patrick Forbes: d10: Intimidation: 10,4,10,9,4,

Blind: d10: : 4,9,7,3,

Blind: A few further steps back he looks over to the other guy still a fair ways back and starts trying his best to circle round and keep away from them.

William Halloran: He frowns a little bit. "C'mon, dickhead. Do th' fuckin' math. Think ya two can take us both? Just talk."

Patrick Forbes: *He nods to the man still smiling* "You should really listen to him...you and your friend."

Blind: "He doesn't seem enclined to take them in fairness, he seems to be trying to back as far away from the two as he can. "You stay the hell away from me, I will shoot you." he says swallowing again, though seeming a little less off as distance is pu between the two and him. glancing back over his shoulder to the other guy as he does so.

William Halloran: "Think ya can shoot us both 'fore we get to ya?"

Patrick Forbes: "Your better off co-operating, do anything else, and you might not walk away." *He says as he stands there. Smile constant and his eyes locked to the man*

Blind: "I... uh." he stutters in reply freezing in place. The other guy nearly to you all now, this guy carries a gun in his left hand, but doesn't hold it entirly properly, his right hand sporing a knuckle duster. "What the hell're you doing?" he can be hurd to half mutter to the first.

William Halloran: ((For those of us unfamiliar with said person...description or name, so I have a look to match with him? *S*))

Blind: ((lol, sorry)) The guy approaching now has dark hair, whether black or brown is hard to tell in the dim light, again it's short military cut, he's larger than the first guy, a little over average height and broad shouldered and looks like he can hold his own, the first having a more average build and height.

William Halloran: He narrows his eyes, looking between the two, then back to Patrick.

Patrick Forbes: *Patrick looks over to William as well this time.* "What do you think...should we let them walk?"

William Halloran: He grunts a bit to Patrick. "How lucky you feelin'?"

Blind: The first guy half spins and lets out a yell when he's addressed by the second, the gun twists to point at him and then quickly he looks back trying to re-ajust again "don't do that, god." he exclaims, swallowing again.

Patrick Forbes: *He grins* "Never really cared for luck, i never lose." *He looks back to the two men* "Dont know about you guys though." *Another oh so friendly smile*

William Halloran: "Well, if ya never lose, mebbe I'm on th'right side here." He looks back to the other two. ((How far away are they, exactly?))

Blind: ((5 yards))
"I uh, they." the first guy stutters trying to divide his attention

Patrick Forbes: "mmm your a smart man." *He grins over to William same cold grin.* "You still have time to walk away fellas." *He says turning his attention back to the men*

William Halloran: He frowns a little, placing his massive arms on his hips as he watches the duo...curious to see how this plays out between the two.

Blind: The guy who's tripping over his tongue seems to take what patrick says as an invitation to leave, starting to back away again, more quickly this time.
"Talk sense, where're the hell're you going?" the second protests before looking back to the two've you.

Patrick Forbes: *Patrick fixes the cold grin on the second man.* "Your...friend..is doing the smart thing. He's leaving."

William Halloran: He frowns a little bit, looking to Patrick, then back to the second guy. "So what kinda business y'runnin' here?"

Blind: "Look asshole, the smart thing is for me to fire one shot and see how long you last against twelve guys, get lost, both've you."
"Kind of bussiness that you want to forget you ever came this close to or else people will get hurt, and none of us want to see that do we?" he says a wicked snear crossing his face

William Halloran: "Twelve guys, eh?" He snorts. "Yeah, we'll see how long."

Patrick Forbes: "Heh, need friends to win it for you huh?" *Patrick shakes his head. His eyes still on the man whos actually standing up for himself* "

Blind: "You're two on one, threatened him on his own and now me, don't see why I should pay you any curtousy beyond it." he spits at patrick, not spitting the words he actually spits. "Now get the hell outta here."

William Halloran: He shrugs a little bit, looking back to Patrick. "Whaddya think?"

Patrick Forbes: "oh no...there were two of you, you just sat back in the car and watched. Not our fault you didnt help your friend." *He says meeting the mans gaze, unafraid.* "But fine, we'll leave."

Blind: "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

William Halloran: He shrugs a little and, with a last look to the man with guts, turns to continue his way on, down the road. He'll remember the address.

Patrick Forbes: *He grins at the man as he starts walking* "Dont forget to get your dick outta the pawn shop." *He says as he walks back towards the truck. Alert and ready to act. Also remembering the adress.*

William Halloran: He makes his way down the street, heading back toward Sanctuary. ((And I'm outtie...thanks for the scene, guys!))