When the exact specifications on the box were mentioned, all eyes turned to Baron. [color=00C40A]“On it.”[/color] He said, stepping off the goon’s neck now that he was restrained. It wasn’t hard to find, other than knocking aside a few crates of that borderline weightless fake gold and jewelry to get to it, as the crate had been hidden well. Perhaps a side effect of Noblesse having been here before, perhaps just a coincidence. If it was them heightening security, this was only going to get worse.

The crate wasn’t all too heavy on it’s own, but it had actual weight, which was a sign in and of itself. It was small enough Baron didn’t need help to move it out, and once Noblesse had cut the ropes, Baron supplied a pry bar that one of the shadows was kind enough to leave for them. Baron couldn’t help but at least look over the ill-gotten gains of Chimeratix, curious more than anything. [color=00C40A]“Hm… gotta be at least, what? A hundred grand worth of stuff in here? Maybe more.”[/color] Baron mused, before being unable to help himself, and looking through the cans out of pure curiosity. [color=00C40A]“Oh come on! If you’re gonna steal booze, at least steal something that doesn’t taste like dog piss.”[/color] He muttered to himself, going through what was mostly cheap beer and sake, but Osamu was able to find at least one six-pack of something halfway decent that wasn’t some fancy liquor to scam rich people. He set it aside, kidnapping what they had rightfully stolen in the spirit of heroic thieves across time and myth.

There was one question Baron had that this man was in a position to answer, he realized. It’d give them all an idea of just how large the organization was, if nothing else. [color=00C40A]“How much cargo goes through the domain day-to-day? The real shit, not all this meta-junk gold and jewels.”[/color] He asked, shifted his sabaton closer to the man as a silent threat. It probably wasn’t needed, but it was easier for him to be intimidating than convincing.

Baron scratched his chin at the point Signora had brought up. His time with them had given him some insights into how they ran as an organization, and between that and general knowledge about how an organization like Chimeratix functions, he was able to make a few connections.

[color=00C40A]“Police are already looking for ‘em. But if we take down how they move their shit without it getting traced back to ‘em, that means there’ll be actual evidence for the cops to do their job. Not to mention, it’ll be harder for ‘em to slip away if we can make the metaverse unsafe enough for ‘em by being…”[/color] Baron paused, searching for the word. [color=00C40A]“...proactive.”[/color]

[color=00C40A]“Can I see his phone for a second?”[/color] He asked Noblesse, ignoring the gallery section of his phone, and going his texts. It didn’t take him too long to pin down the guy’s name.

[color=00C40A]“Oh, and if you go back to Chimeratix, or any other group like this? We’ll fuckin’ find you.”[/color] Baron said, handing the phone back to Noblesse. [color=00C40A]“Hiroto Goya.”[/color] He punctuated the man’s name with a glare beneath his visor, just to get the point across. They, or at least he, wouldn’t be making good on that threat. But if they could scare him straight, that’d be one less guy falling back into hurting people for money.