[center][h1][color=007236]Kores Vermaak[/color][/h1]
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[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Travelling to Dock 32A
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] [color=bc8dbf]Lisa Martinez[/color], [color=39b54a]Amado[/color](@AbandonedIntel), [color=ec008c]Nyt Årud[/color] (@Din), [color=662d91]Jackson Willis [/color](@FrozenEcstacy), [color=2e3192]Mercury Abital[/color] (@Gilgex)[/center][hr]

Kores wiped the sleep from his eyes and sighed, the flight from Northern Ireland to California was a nightmare.  All that time spent on the airplane had stiffened him up, his body was feeling an overwhelming groggyness.  Unfortunately he couldn't just check into his hotel and collapse on the bed, the letter said he must be at the dock at 2am which was not far from now.  Kores pulled a flip phone from out of his pocket, most people now a days wouldn't be seen dead with one of these relics but it was a rare piece of tech that he actually knew how to work, with his phone was a scrap piece of paper with a few incoherent scribbles and a jumble of letters, he had made sure there was a few taxi companies he could call and decided to just make his way down the list.  He pressed the numbers into his phone forcefully before holding it up against his ear as it rang.  [color=007236][b]"Hello I would like a taxi, I am at the airport right now."[/b][/color] Kores said politely as he could, he was told that a taxi would be dispatched soon.

While waiting for the taxi Kores sent a text to his family, saying that he travelled safely and that all was fine, also that he was looking forward to his time in America.  However soon after sending the text he put his phone back into his pocket red faced, a few people passing by gave him very odd looks, to be fair he was wearing shades at night and loudly texting on a flip phone.  When the taxi arrived Kore's put his rucksack with all the things he brought with him in trunk, he then opened the taxi door to sitin the back seat.  He retrieved the letter that caused this journey of sorts from his inside jacket pocket, quickly scanning over it for the exact location of the meet-up somewhat nervously, he had made simple mistakes in situations like these before that ruined his night but he was determined that tonight was not one of them.  [color=007236][b]"Would it be possible to get dropped off near dock 32A sir?  Got some friends I am meeting."[/b][/color] he added the little white lie to simply create a good mood between the two. [b]"No problem man, quite late already, make sure you and your friends stay safe."[/b] the taxi driver responded, Kores gave him a grin and and before he fastened his seatbelt, once the car started moving he rolled down the window to enjoy a brisk breeze against his face.  The taxi driver had some obscure radio station on but Kores managed to block out most of it as he looked out of the window at the city of San Diego, it was quite different from the small town he was used to.

It was almost 2am when the taxi stopped, the driver explained to him the directions for the rest of way and Kores payed him along with a bit extra as a tip.  He slung his rucksack over his shoulder and began to walk towards the dock in a stride.  Upon reaching the dock a few were already gathered, some rather peculiar ones at that too but he had been expecting it given the circumstances he waved his hand in greetings.  [color=007236][b]"Pleasure to meet you all, was worried I was being tricked for a while there."[/b][/color]