Reaper arrived at the warehouse around 9PM to find the entire location abandoned. He made a full loop around the perimeter, checking every dark corner for any trace of the reason he'd been summoned, but there was nothing. All entrances were locked, and there were no easy ways onto the roof, so he sat back in the van and waited, eyes on constant surveillance for any sign of movement. His hands kept busy by pulling apart and reassembling the pistols he had brought.

Nearly 11. 15 minutes prior to be exact, his eye was drawn to the slight shadow of motion above the warehouse. A figure was being lowered onto the roof on some kind of cable.
[i]'Wouldn't send me all the way out here to deal with a minor break and enter'[/i] he thought as he loaded the pistols and checked the safety [i]'Better get in for a closer look.'[/i]

Out of the van, Castle made his way up to one of the side entrances. He took out his knife and began to fiddle with the locks. It took a minute or two, but he finally heard the click of it giving way. He eased the door open gingerly, then slipped inside. He cautiously walked down the hallway, and peered around a corner to get his first look at the main room. Oil lamps gave light to the dark and dusty warehouse. At the center of the room was an old table, lined with rickety chairs, one of which were occupied. Female, young. Castle put his hand on his holstered gun and stepped inside.

"Ok, talk. Who are you and why did you call me here?"