"Ugg" Blood arcs through the air as the caravan business man turned guard slams against the wall. He is beaten and bruised; patches of skin have been torn off his arms chest and cheeks. His cloths lie in shreds huge parallel sets of three parallel cuts cover his torso. A long tongue stretches down wrapping around the mans neck, two humanoid shapes one large and blockly the other much more normal looking stand in shadows.

"Duuuuuuude, like dude… wicked" The large and blocky one stumbles through saying. A small light erupts in the darkness bring the lit joint to his mouth he exhales exhaling it directly into the guards face.

"Man oh check it out his blood its making a face, here is the nose and the eyes, and the mouth" The blocky man says pointing to the indiscriminate pool of blood forming around the guards body

"Wait, something's wrong here" he states staring at the blood puddle he cocks his head to the side then straightens it lifting the lit joint up "his mustache, he's missing a mustache, hit him again the mustache is needs to be there" A high pitch cackle echoes his sentiment from above; the man grasps at the tongue noose trashing widely. The tongue swings back away from the wall and the forward slamming his entire body into the wall multiple times. His body convulses with each strike, when the slamming stops and the tongue loosens the man kneels down too weak to stand. After collapsing to the floor he bends over hacking up blood.

The normal shadow gestures.

"This man is of no use to us anymore" he snaps, voice harsh and commanding "finish the job and let's get out of here". This big man stares blankly into a corner. A smack in the gut from the normal man brings him back to his senses.

"What?"

"Finish the man off." The smaller man commands.

"Okay" with that the big man takes a couple more steps forward, and a massive clawed foot shoots out of the shadows, and with a sickening crunch connects with the hacking man tossing him heavily into the brick wall. Dust and little chunks of brick rain down as the leader of the group turns to leave. The bigger man follows him, while a far more nimble shade dances through the rafters after them. The shade in the rafters finally opens up, the voice is high pitched, a women's. Her voice is jovial and carefree, hedonistic and uncaring.

"Where to now? I'm bored with this already."

"With the marines in town we have to go about this quieter." The shorter man replies.

"Oh phooey, you are no fun, what's to stop us from paying the marines a little visit as well. They always know how to show a girl a good time, or rather I always end up having a good time." She causally remarks, tossing her hair to one side and shooting the leader an innocent look."I can't speak for them, or what's left of them." She continues.

"Or what's right" The big man slowly states with a hollow chuckle

"Shut up, now listen, here while we are in town you will listen to me, and follow my lead, we can't risk being found out by the marines not now. Let's just find that box and get back to the base. We'll check out the local watering holes for information, if we can't find anything that way then you'll get your shot" He says gesturing to the girl who drops down next to him grabbing on to his arm.

"Oh you do know how to show a girl a good time."

"Lets go."

The three leave the old warehouse entering on to the wharf. The cold ocean spray misted over onto the piers and docks. On the horizon the dark clouds showed a storm brewing. The man in the middle and obviously the leader wears a tank top and jeans. His face is angular and harsh with hard biting eyes surrounded by taunt skin. He has a blond goatee matching his spiky blond hair a bandana wraps around his forehead. To his right is the big guy, easily seven feet tall and dressed in baggy cargo pants, and a fluffy bomber jacket unzipped exposing a hairy muscular chest. His face is partially obscured by the fluffy winter cap over his head, and the long gray hair that hung down to his shoulder blades was unkempt and dirty. To the man's left was the girl having now let go of his arm she was wandering a ways away from the other two seemingly uninterested in anything in particular. Her eyes and body constantly shifting targets. She was smaller than the other two and was wearing combat boots, and kakis shorts and a tight green tank top that clung to her muscular physique. Her hair was frizzy, red and no attempt was made to control it. As the three walked along the hustle and bustle of sailors, pirates and the occasional marine told much the same story as the weather. A storm was brewing and pirates where attempting to leaves before it came, while marines were preparing to sit it out, standard operating procedure. No pirate wanted to be locked in a city by a storm with marines about, and the whispers of a vice admiral. The leader gritted his teeth, just a little longer then all of this won't matter, the plan will be done. That of course hinged on getting the damn box. "Rolf what else was stolen from the carriage?"

"How am I supposed to know?" the big man replied.

"You have the list, don't you?" The man retorted.

"Oh," The big man said smiling "I forgot."

"Janine get the damn list, and for the love of god tell me what the list says."

"Dude the list can't say anything its paper… unless. Hey Janine, best idea ever talking paper takes messages for you" Rolf interjects, Janine simply rolls her eyes with self-amusement. The leader smacks Rolf's arm.

"Shut it, Janine?"

"Let's see money mostly, figures oh wait they also took some gold and silver jewelry."

"Good, that's exactly what I wanted to hear."

"Why Leider?"

"Because I saw a man with the most atrocious outfit walking through the crowd here with a little gold necklace sticking out of his pocket."

"And you think there connected?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because even though his outfit would be rejected by the blind, I saw the sailors giving him a wide berth which means he's trouble, and if he's trouble that could mean he's involved with trouble."

"and if not?"

"Then we just help ourselves to the gold and look elsewhere."

"Alright, here's that Rolf you'll get to show off again."

Rolf just takes another toke "never forget anything again, brilliant"