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Dagoth dropped into the warehouse district of the dockyards, he was moving low out of the flow of other groups and people. He was barely breathing as he hid from thw obvious gang groups and legitimate business groups, he knew how viciously these people protected what they saw as their turf. This time rather than hide up on the roofs or scout around the local area Dagoth went straight to the targeted building. Once he had arrived the grin was already on his face, they were just there as he needed them to be. The junkies and the homeless the kind of people that would hang around this area and not be noticed. The Pirate sized one up that was slowly shuffling towards the pack, in a blink of an eye the junkie was gone. In his place stood a slightly taller man, the jacket and hat smelled of the gutter and something that even Dagoth really didn't want it to be what he thought it was. His whole body language matched those around him, he knew these people and he knew that he could get closer to the building this way than any other. Dagoth would try and get right up to the fence and having as much of a look around as he could.

Dagoth shuffled about with the lowlifes of the area for the next few hours, he watched the men carefully not to give himself away. He took mental notes of the way they acted when changing shifts, how they spoke to each other which groups had the highest hierarchy within the building. It was easy after while to get a little closer towards the building, after all he was hardly the most foul smelling being here and not the most desperate. The pirate had lost track of how many desperate junkies had taken a beating trying to steal or beg for a fix, least the scum working here weren't gender bias. As quickly has he had arrived at the place Dagoth broke away from the warehouse, dumping the borrowed heavy coat and hat in the skip several streets away.

By the time he had got back to the shop the box was waiting for him behind the counter, Peter was no where to be seen. Dagoth sighed he hadn't intended to being personal drama here, he had underestimated how much Peter had been part of the crew without being on the ship. The Pirate popped the lid off the box, it was a wonderful sight to him. He pulled from the box two hand axes the long curve of the cutting edge ending half way down the half meter long pole. The entire body was wound in black leather with the last quarter re-enforced with grip tape, he snapped them into the loops on his lower back with the grips point upwards to his shoulders. Dagoth set the two heavy satchels next to his feet, slipping the two knives into his boots he stretched and grabbed the bags.

"Thanks for the stuff Pete"

The pirate snuck out of the back of the building moving with his unnatural speed back towards the warehouse. He would stop the street over from his target and wait for the next shift change to happen before preparing his assault. The day was ending and he needed the cover.

The change over a the warehouse commenced in the same way it had done four hours earlier. The brutes at the gates were joined by more of their ilk, shared a smoke and some jokes, passed off beers, then the old shift dispersed inside, while the new guys resumed beating away the unwanted and watching over the accepted.

The changeover rippled backwards from there, in a similar fashion. It wasn't done to drill time, but rather groups lingered briefly, before the old shift moved inside, then left via the back vehicle entrance in their own time, some remaining on site to sleep in accommodations inside.

In all, a changeover took about 20 minutes to half an hour to fully complete, and sadly no area was left completely abandoned while it happened. The big back gates WERE left open through the duration though, to allow the old shift to trickle out at their lesuire.

To say no one was expecting explosives in the car lot was an understatement. Though the car lot itself was little more than a wide road the idiots at large had congregated in to collect those coming out of the warehouse, setting off two of the middle cars, the drivers gawping like fools even as steering columns and panelling buckled inwards and ripped their legs to shreds, had the desired effect, with several other vehicles suffering from the outward spiralling damage.

Confusion abounded as some ran from the scene, others ran towards it to see what was going on, and still more started screaming or yelling at those they thought responsible. Needless to say, no one really noticed one more running figure, or traced him away from the carnage to cause even MORE trouble at the doors.
News was already filtering into the warehouse proper that something had occurred outside, so Dagoth was about to be rewarded NOT with his second satchel getting the door to open, but rather exploding with the door already doing so, ripping the first to men coming through it to pieces, and deafening a third, who had been sheltered by the lee of the door from the explosion proper, but not the air displacement.

Uproar ensued.

Inside, the warehouse had two levels, though the upper story covered only half the space of the lower.
Once, the upper floor had been a series of six or seven offices, now though, only two offices remained, and the rest of the space was divided in two. One half was accommodation for the men who stayed on site 24/7, while the other half was a lab for perfecting their drug concoctions.

Downstairs was given over to import of the ingredients, mixers and packaging they used to get the stuff out the door, with a large conveyor running down the middle. Bedraggled men and women worked on either side, going through the different processes to refine the drugs, then mix them with different crap ready to go out. Clearly, junkies who worked for their fix. Some looked like they hadn't slept for days.


When Dagoth charged in, his first victims were the deaf guy, and another who was trying to help. He'd then have a swathe of 5 shocked men in front of him, to slow to react before he got to them.
But then, movement everywhere. Only the workers were unarmed, some not even looking up form their work. But all the guards and distributors carried guns, and these were trained as one to follow the quick moving threat.
Two suffered friendly fire accidents in the first few seconds of reaction, but from the second floor, men had a good shot down towards Dagoth, and from the looks of things, at least one shotgun was being deployed on ground level.

The stairs up to the second floor was located at the far end of the warehouse, against the wall. It would be a long run with plenty fo space to get shot if it was not handled carefully.

The swift violence Dagoth brought to the scene worked in his favour, as the thugs weren't used to foes with no fear. Of those present, it was clear not all knew anything more about gun control, and more specifically trigger control, than what they'd seen in movies, leaving long gaps where multiple people needed to either reload, clear a jam, or move to get a clear line of fire without hitting each other.

Nevertheless, sheer weight of numbers would tell against the lone pirate, making it impossible not to get hit at least a few times... though it was unlikely it would be anywhere critical, as a general lack of aim seemed to be the goal of the day among the scattered and untrained lackeys.


The second story goons were the best shots of the lot, but even they weren't really cut out for dealing with jets of pure fire lashing at their spines and heads. At least two died when they fell off the balcony and were impaled on items in the area below.
With men screaming around him, and the smell of burnt flesh and hair in the air, Dagoth would himself presented with a new round of fire coming from the open doors of the offices, as those with better gear and jobs responded to threat from behind cover within.

Downstairs, as the wounded, scared and unarmed fled, those still alive began to rally, though the shotgunner would NOT be among them. He, as well as his ammo, was smouldering nicely in a heap against the wall.

The fire through the window had an interesting effect. Firstly, two people pin wheeled out of view, screaming and burning, before dropping, rolling and dying of charred lungs well before they achieved anything productive.

But a third person moved away from the window and the fire so fast, it was inhuman. There was a bestial roar, and the sound of crashing from the furthest area back, including glass breaking.
In some small order, Dagoth would find that most of his targets succumbed (albeit after leaving a few more potholes in him), and the rest fled....

...all save the raging Cainite that crashed through a wall at him, grasping and clawing with terrible speed and power as a result of the Rotschreck induced frenzy he was experiancing.