[Reminder]

As Ultra brings the Gopher to a halt, Mlinzi slides her perception to the Astral plane and takes a quick look around to familiarize herself with any entities currently patrolling. After a quick glance, she returns her senses to the mundane and hops out of the truck.

"Which one do you think is Alzmer?" The woman scans the area looking for anyone that looks out of place.

Given the numbers of people located around the area, it is not strange that you cannot identify a single individual that looks out of place.You do however note a few watchers located around the area and a pair of spirits atop a row of crates 50 or so meters north of your position.

[Reminder]

Exactly as the chronometer on your commlink turns to 9:00, an audio file arrives on all your commlinks at once. Hey, you there? Er, I mean here? The, umm...., guy told me I had to be ready for pickup at 9am sharp. The, uh, stuff is unloaded, but they didn't tell me how to recognize you. Just to call this comcode at 9. So, ummm...., you there, er, here?

Attached to the file is a code to callback.

[Csjarrat]

Ultra picks up the audio file and nods at the guys, motioning he'll take it.
//Hi, got your message. we're down on the dock side waiting for you. Any chance we can meet up and have a chat? The instructions so far have been a bit vague eh?//

[JackVII]

Mlinzi nods her head in understanding. She turns her attention to the surrounding area, slipping her senses to the Astral plane and keeping watch for anyone or thing showing undue interest in the team.

[Crunch]

Frenchy crouches casually in the back of the truck, leaning back slightly against the cab. He scans the crowded docks with a smuggler's eye, looking for anything that seems out of place.

[Ren]

Mutumbo sent a short text to the others. >>See the client arrived. Ping me if you need help, or if i need to change location.<<

[Reminder]

Uh..............There is about a 10 second delay Meeting up sounds good.....I am dockside, if you want to come down and help me open up the crate....Crate was the first thing off the front of the ship, container 31964B-32.

The guy stressed the need for secrecy. Maybe the chat should wait. Won't there be time once we are out of the city?

[Csjarrat]

//We're completely blind here, we haven't a clue what we're supposed to be doing or where we're going. we'd appreciate at least the basics before we leave the city. We'll try and find the crate now. any pointers as to what we're looking for specifically?//

[Reminder]

His reply comes after a moment, sounding even less certain then before.

Um, it's a giant orange shipping container. Came off the front a few minutes ago. Guy paid for it to be first off the ship. It's off to the side now, easy to unload I guess. I'm in front of it now, waving, can you see me?

It just being unloaded means it is down in the area just off the water, at the other end of the access road to that berth. And you can't see him yet from where you are, but you can drive down to the area he is talking about.

[Csjarrat]

//can't see you from here, will head down to the water, we're in the red pickup//
Ultra eases the throttle up and heads down to the waterside, keeping his eyes peeled for the contact

[Reminder]

As you pull up into the area dockside, your contact is hard to miss, and not only because he is waving both hands in the air while turning from side to side looking to see if anyone is responding. As you pull up near the shipping container, you get a good look at him: early 20s and fairly pale. But that isn't what stands out so much as how he is attired. To say he was dressed for a safari might be accurate, were this two centuries ago.

Needless to say, he has drawn a fair amount of attention.

[Csjarrat]

Jesus Christ, who is this prick? Don't tell me we're stuck with this colonial tosspot!
The dismay in his voice would be apparent to the others as ultra pulled up alongside the shipping container.
this is our guy, unfortunately.
He killed the engine and hopped out,
you alzmer?

[Reminder]

He stops with a bit of a jump Um, yeah. You, um..., I guess they never gave me any names.

[Csjarrat]

They didn't give either of us a damn thing by the sounds of it. Care to bring us up to speed? How much is unloaded, how much more is there and what are we actually being paid to do here?

[Reminder]

Everything should be in this container. Hold on.

He goes to a key pad and enters a code, then leans forward and speaks something into the locking mechanism.

 Help me open it up?