"They deserve it," she said. Her voice sounded educated - It was as if she'd spent her years in some English boarding school drumming the colloquialism out of her speech.

Carter thought on this. Though she was probably correct, he still couldn't bring himself to kill someone if he could avoid it.

[i]A sentiment apparently not shared by Miss Sunshine, here.[/i]

"It's probably good that the whole lot of us don't get exactly what we deserve," Carter replied coolly. He surveyed the area, taking note of his surroundings. There was quite an array of paraphenilia laid out across the tables, from pipes to powders, beakers to blunts. It was a regular junkie's paradise.

He leaned on his shield as he reached down, picking up one of the syringes that the woman had been carrying, filled with an amber liquid.

[i]Cocaine.[/i]

"Now that's some poetice justice, isn't it?"

"Acceptable targets, yes?" Replied the woman. "Only the junkies will miss them."

"That's not the point," replied Carter. He turned the needle, and pressed the plunger, emptying its contents onto the floor before tossing the plastic container across the warehouse.

"These kinds of raids won't get us anywhere. Not unless all of us are able to find some significant information. Taking out a couple of low-lives, even burning a distribution warehouse like this to the ground... That's just pennies for the Castelvatranos."

She seemed to agree. "Gambetti will just be annoyed."

"Exactly. Thing is, if we start striking all on the Family at once, they're going to realize they've got a problem with us 'unlawful lawfuls' - They'll start peeling off masks faster than a masquerade prom night."

Carter walked his way over to the unconcious guards, and grabbed the first by the back of his collar, lifting him up, and over to one of the walls. The second one, he did the same, leaning them both side by side against the wall.

"These low-level mooks, they don't know anything. We need to bait a hook for something a little bigger."

He reached over to his pack, and removed a small device.

[i]Let's just hope you talk to someone interesting.[/i]

Carter placed the device underneath the second man's collar, securely attached, but out of sight.

"There's more to be gained from leaving these scum alive than dead. Dead men tell no tales, as it were. But live ones... They tell all kinds of stories."

He stood, and faced her again, offering a brief salute before extending his hand.

"These dirtbags call me Riot, which is a good enough name as any. You?"