The dim light, carried over from the city, bathed the warehouses in an eerie glow. The two ASF officers stood out front of warehouse 19, the red glow of a cigarette lighting up one of their faces, and outlining the other in its pale light. "God will you just put that thing out already?" The nonsmoker asked the other, coughing and waving his hand in front of his face to clear the smoke "It's almost like you want to get written up again." The other cleared his lungs, a smoke cloud drifting away from him when he did so. "And what are they going to write me up for? huh? Smoking on the most boring guard duty assignment in history? I mean what are we guarding, bunches of crates o'nothing. Thats what." He took a long drag, once more illuminating the two.

From his vantage point above, Simon had no trouble making out the two, his goggles cutting through the night like a lamp. He was flanked by two "associates", each dressed similarly to him. All three waiting. Finally the comm-set each had crackled to life, [i]"S1, this is watcher. They bit hard with James, they must think the poor sap knows something special, I swear I just saw the mayor leave."[/i] 

Keying his own Simon spoke in a low an quietly, as to not alert the arguing guards bellow "Roger, see if your team can extract him.While he doesn't know anything of particular value about us or our operation, it might be best to deny them the victory of catching a small time crook." 

[i]"Roger"[/i] was the quick reply

Turning to his two fellows, he tapped his mic twice and then turned his hand over flat, The signal for a comms blackout. As one the switched their head sets off and moved the mic to the resting position. After this, each one of the men slowly slid off of the roof, and onto the second story ledge. Inching forward slightly, Simon positioned himself over the smoker. Flicking his knife from its holster, he hung from the small ledge and dropped the last three feet to the ground. Years of training taught him how to absorb the impact enough that a slit tap was all the guards head, and considering how absorbed into their argument on regs, it was no surprise they didn't hear. Working his way forward, Simon seized the smoker from behind, his left hand clamped over his mouth as his knife was driven home through his back. The non smoker jumped, but didn't even get to utter a word before one of the others was on him. After wiping the blood off on the guards uniform, Simon made his way to the front door. Opening it slowly he crept inside the darkened Warehouse. After it had been sufficiently cleared the three gathered in the main storage room. Immediately Simon began searching for something. As he was doing this one of the others spoke "Sir? What exactly are we looking for in here? Looks like nothing but clothing imports. Explains the lack of guards."

"For something that doesn't belong, yet dose. We are looking for three of them in fact." He replied as he search a stack of new arrival crates. Finally after less than two minutes he found what he was looking for, a crate that was slightly bigger than the others, and had a barely noticeable seem running along part of it. Motioning the others to help him They lifted the box above the seam, the result was a normal sized box of cloths and one other box. "Tell me." Simon said as they lifted the box, "What is the best way to hide something?" Sliding open the lid on the newly uncovered box he was presented by various, military grade firearms and ammunition. "In plain sight my friend, in plain sight. Now go get the truck." The shipment was the second of five scheduled ones, each in a different warehouse, each delivered by a different ship, each disguised and smuggled aboard at the last moment so they wouldn't show up on the manifest as being oversize.

As he waited for his associate to bring the disguised repair van they used for transport, Simon reactivated his comm, and waited for the Watcher to report back. He didn't have to wait long as he received a signal [i]"S1, this is watcher. Well they killed him, must have figured out he knew nothing or he reached his max. New orders?"[/i]

Simon sighed "Alright activate Phoenix protocol, he served our needs well. This time, make it look like and electrical fire, were trying to leave a small footprint." 

As he was waiting for a reply the van pulled up, the was driver already in his street clothes, having changed before going back to the watched streets as to not arouse suspicion. Simon had to grin a bit, at the fake tattoo the wound it's way around his subordinates neck and glasses. Opening the back he threw two bags of clothes at the two still in Tac armor. Quickly they changed and applied the fake scars and various other small changes to their appearance enough to fool the camera shots that might be taken of them. Storing the Bags of Tac armor in the back the three, newly clothed night workers set about carrying the three half crates and stacking them in the back of the van. After which they disposed of the bodies by spraying them with ammonia and dumping them in the bay, they also sprayed any blood on the ground . 

Objectives completed they all piled into the van and began to fall back to their base, that was when watcher came back. [i]"S1, Phoenix is lit. it's going to burn for a while. Getting out of here. See you at home."[/i] A glow in the far distance told Simon that the building had indeed been set alight.

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The dawn was breaking when they pulled into the underground parking garage in one of the "Resistance districts". 

Pulling around to the back of the Parking Garage the van stopped in front of a large exhaust grate, and unloaded its passengers who began changing out the plates on the van, removing any fake damage and even simulating dirt on the tops of some the tire rims. After this was done two of the passengers began unloading, while the third punched a code into a hidden keypad. A click was heard as the exaust grate and fan slid aside to reveal a tunnel. After a few twists and turns, an opening another door, this time a blast door made of thick steel and rick to look like just another dead end in the tunnel maze, while remaining strong, they came to the main [url=http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2012/155/3/d/hideout_by_macrebisz-d527kcx.jpg]hideout[/url]. As the two other Shadow Hunt operatives and the newly returned Watcher finished carrying in the crates, Simon slumped down on the couch, not even bothering to take a shower to remove the fake identifiers, there would be time enough for that after a nap.