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Annabelle had been sleeping peacefully for once when she was woken to Jazz squawking in her ear. She groaned and pushed the bird away but it seemed he was having none of it. Though it didn’t take long for the red head to realize just why the bird was losing its mind in her ear. A loud boom and a rumble fully woke her up. She grabbed at her pistol and looked around frantically only to realize the sounds were a distance away. Toward the docks she had seen when she was getting the lay of the land. 

[color=6ecff6]“What the heck?”[/color] She muttered looking at the bird whose feathers were ruffled. [color=6ecff6]“It’s none of my business what kind of crime goes on here. Why are you bothering me?”[/color] She questioned as if the raven could speak to her. Sometimes she wished he could, but he hopped around on the bedside table clearly uneasy. [color=6ecff6]“Jazz, we don’t get paid to investigate explosions.”[/color] She scolded him as if he would understand her. The bird simply continued to move in a nervous manor. 

After several minutes of this Annabelle sighed and grabbed her things. [color=6ecff6]“Fine, but we are only going to look from a distance, through this.”[/color] She muttered as she grabbed her sniper rifle. This seemed to calm the raven down some. [color=6ecff6]“Crazy bird.”[/color] She shook her head, grabbing her jacket and her mask. No way was she going to get caught out without her gear. 

After a bit of talking and some roof to roof travel Annabelle managed to get herself into a decent spot to hunker down and look at the chaos through the scope of her gun. Jazz had been perched on her shoulder up until this point and now the bird found a nearby tree to sit in. Clearly not wanting to get any closer to the area the explosions had gone off. It had been quiet basically the entire trip to her spot so she was sure whatever happened was likely done and over with by now but it was still worth a look. 

After another moment or two of looking through the scope toward the docks she found the area where something had clearly happened. What she was not expecting was that people were still there. Were they not worried about the Navy coming? She couldn’t remember what that pirate crew told her about the Navy in this place. Regardless, the fact that it appeared quite a few members of the commotion were still present in the area suggested that perhaps the Marines didn’t care if they were in the area. She wasn’t sure if that was good or bad for her. Either way she decided, what the heck, she was awake and watching, might as well see how this played out.