[KHO] In the Shadows of Wings.

1. [KHO] In the Shadows of Wings.

   #41

   Ryan followed quietly sweeping each area with his eyes, while his gun followed his eyes. Morgan lead the way to where the package should be at.

2. [KHO] In the Shadows of Wings.

   #42

   The air was think with the acrid smell of gunfire, and the coppery tang of blood. He dispatched a wounded guard with a slash of his knife. His old platoon commander in the special forces said when they were doing the black missions to leave no survivors. Survivors answer questions and give descriptions. Mercy and prisoners were for the regular army, special forces and mercenaries were shown no mercy, and thus gave no mercy.
   
   More than once, his unit had captured mercenaries, usually Chechnians working to raise mony for their war at home. Each had been killed in a prompt and swift manner.
   
   The crates had to be somewhere. He scanned the room, moving in a perpendicular direction from Ryan. His gun was raised, ready for action.

3. [KHO] In the Shadows of Wings.

   #43

   The distractions had been plenty enough. Between the fires and the other shooting, no one was going to bother looking specifically for Axel or Lambrecht, and so they reached another entryway to that same warehouse.
   
   After a moment testing the aluminum door, a battle scared and dilapidated Uzi, complete with sound suppressor issued forth from a battered flight jacket. A single puff was all it took to lay waste to the handle's locking mechanism, a second to disable the maglock system above. It is with that crazy gleam stil in his eyes that the German pushes the door, letting it swing open, to say, "After you, mein Herr."

4. [KHO] In the Shadows of Wings.

   #44

   "Why thank you, good sir," Lambrecht said in mocking courtesy, stepping carefully through the doorway.
   He wasn't sure if this apparent utter chaos was really what they had wanted in the first place, but it would do for their purposes.
   "We are sure this is the correct warehouse?" the Afrikaaner said, stepping into an aisle of wooden crates marked Danger: Contents Volatile. For all the outside commotion, it was eerily quiet in the warehouse.

5. [KHO] In the Shadows of Wings.

   #45

   Morgan slipped through the warehouse, searching for what they were looking for. She also screwed a silencer onto her gun; she hadn't needed it outside, but they didn't want to get attention here. She glanced at some of the crates. Marked "Volatile." What the hell was this company in to? She filed the question away for later.
   There. She caught sight of a guard still at his post. When all hell broke loose, and someone stayed put, they were usually guarding something terribly important. She sighed; there was no choice here, too close. After glancing around to make sure there were no other guards with in sight, she put a bullet into his back. She caught him as he fell, and silently lowered him to the ground. Then she signalled to the other two that she had found something.

6. [KHO] In the Shadows of Wings.

   #46

   Noting the crates about him, the German replaces the Uzi in the holster from whence it came, shrugging as the lightly-arrmored jacket falls back into place. "Not certain at all, but it was our best guess. Now, your instincts are probably as good as mine here, but something tells me we don't want to be shooting here if we can help it." He reaches down into his boot, to draw out the short, heavy knife there.
   
   It is with a surprisingly light and quick tred that Axel begins to advance up the aisle of boxes, looking for a more central path through them. Would hate to have to search every aisle of this place, after all. Maybe there's a manager's room they can break into, find the manifests.

7. [KHO] In the Shadows of Wings.

   #47

   Ryan followed the German's advice noting the caution about volitile, he holstered the pistol and like wise drew a kinfe from his boot. Noticing Morgan kill the guard he picked up the body and opened a door marked closet and put the dead body in there. Blood was still splattered in some places but no one notcie with all the commotion right now.

8. [KHO] In the Shadows of Wings.

   #48

   Morgan quietly slipped up the aisle. Few more guards scattered around, here and there, but easily dealt with. She rounded one more corner, and there they were. The crates were fairly unmistakable; they looked just like they had been described. After looking around once more to see if any more guards were around, Morgan motioned the others over. "Well, here they are," Morgan whispered. "Shall we?"
   
   The crates were big, and were the type generally used to transport complicated, delicate, and horribly expensive equipment. There were labels neatly pasted on them: "Property of Silver Corporation." But sure enough, one could just make out the stylized outline of a black bird that was the trademark for Crowe Enterprises underneath.

9. [KHO] In the Shadows of Wings.

   #49

   "Which one of these is the crate? None of them are marked, save for the label."
   Lambrecht peered around the boxes. Some smelled strangely, like a mixture of kerosene and cinammon, while some smelled merely of packaging, or of motor oil.
   The demolitionist ran long fingers over the rough, splintery wooden surface of a crate.

10. [KHO] In the Shadows of Wings.

    #50

    Storm Eagle touched the faint imprint of the crow logo on the box, now all but invisible under the Silver Corp paint and logo. He held his gun in the ready position, in the event that some of the guards would suddenly gain nerve and try to assault their position.
    
    'Lets commandeer one of their trucks, and see about getting these loaded and out of here. I dont feel like carrying them out on my back." he said.

11. [KHO] In the Shadows of Wings.

    #51

    "Right, I'll see about getting a panel truck to transport this stuff in. Move this stuff over to the loading dock over there I'll be right back. Ian retraced his steps back to the office and found a set of keys for a truck. A couple of moments later he was in a wide parking lot that held various different cargo transports. He selected a non-descripit gray panel truck. He found the keys worked right and backed the truck up to the loading dock of the warehouse. Ryan hopped out and walked over to the metal garage door and pounded on it for them to open.

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