Warehouse 25 Monster

JP by Omni, Cindy, and red_sword7

Sung knew what they were kind of talking about he wish he learned French now but most of his time was learning English which was what was spoken in the Ellington house. He just gave a cruel smile playing along with Dumont and enforcing what the boy did wrong. Sung suddenly tensed up as a smell of something drifted in the air most would just ignore it here on the docks Sung knew what it was, opium. His mind flashed back to when he was on the street. Drops of sweat formed on his forehead. There was no hiding his reaction to the smell. Sung took a few breaths to get his focus back. The Smell was like a Sirens Song calling to him. Sung Looked at Mr. Dumont. "We should get going now." Commented Sung starting to walk and not waiting for Dumont. Sung looked at the numbers at the top of the where houses He was only one off and the one they needed was around the back of the one they were in.

“Onward then. The warehouse we need is just over this way.” They swiftly left, Dumont leading the way, their steps purposeful and their minds focused on the task at hand. As they traversed this area of the dock wards of Paris, the scent of damp wood and aged brick filled the air, signaling their proximity to Warehouse 14. Soon, they arrived at the warehouse's entrance, its large doors looming before them. They could hear the grunts of labor, the scuff of crates being moved, and the spits and shouts of the Russian workers. Dumont stepped forward, his hand gripping the cold iron handle, and with a forceful push, the heavy doors creaked open. The warehouse greeted them with a dusty air, rays of sun breaking through the shadowed interior from glass windows on the ceiling. They navigated the labyrinth of stacked boxes and finally came upon two men carrying a large crate to a stack. One of the large men looked them up and down before seemingly recognizing Dumont, then nodded in the direction of the wharf where a ship was currently being unloaded of its cargo.

As the two entered the offloading area, Dumont and his contact caught sight of one another and greeted each other in silence. Nikolay barked a command in Russian to his fellow dockhands who then all stopped what they were doing and watched with arms crossed as the barrel-chested man slowly descended the gangplank and walked over to the two. Nikolay was fitted in standard labor gear, a blue flat cap, a dingy off-white button-down shirt stained with dirt and sweat with the sleeves rolled up, and his worn trousers held up by leather suspenders. “Privet, Den’gi. Does the shadow bring something for the Fists?“ asked Nikolay in broken English. “In time, Monsieur. I have some questions first,” said Dumont, who barely got a word out before Nikolay interrupted, staring at Sung and sizing him up. “Why you bring this ‘dangerous’ man with you, Den’gi? What happened to trust?”

Sung seem to back down from the man called Nikolay. He did not want problems with him. Sung just smiled politely. "Partners, Drink, is all, friends," Sung said in broken English trying to look not so educated. "Dangerous? I like a kitten" Sung commented.

Nikolay scoffed at Sung’s pretense and gave a wink. “If you say so, ‘partner’.” he laughed. “Yes. Drink will do good. Come.” Nikolay took them into a side office where a steam light swung gently from the ceiling and a stove sat with a hot pot ready for tea or coffee amongst other odds and ends for refreshment. “What questions you have?” he said as he opened a cabinet full of all kinds of bottles. Some contained dried herbs, others coffee grounds, and still others with unmarked spirits.

Sung looked carefully at what was there and smelled the air closing his eyes to get more focus. Nothing seems dangerous as his smell enhanced. he wondered about the homemade spirits he could smell that with no problem. Sung knew Nikolay knew his stuff.

“We are looking for a man named Lemaire. He’s a docteur.” Dumont began as Nikolay placed three small glasses down in the table as well as a bottle of pale yellow spirits, then he began to pour them each a shot of the stuff. “Da? Go on,” said Nikolay as he sipped as his glass. Dumont took his own in hand and continued, “This docteur has been selling a supposed ‘strength’ tonic or elixir around Paris that is having some very… how you say… undesirable effects.” Dumont could already smell the very powerful bootlegged mead wafting from his glass. He sipped, signifying his trust in his long-time contact. “We believe he is looking for rare ingredients to make his formula. Perhaps you may have heard of some of these rare ingredients coming through the warehouses and shipments in large amounts.”

Standing Sung took another sip of the drink. "not bad Nikolay," commented Sung. He took a small pouch from his black sash. "I give this to you for your help Nikolay," said Sung, the pouch was small and made of leather and had some markings on it. "This is the finest tea someone can get. It is only for the highest people in Japan, even China. I give it to you for your help. also used at the right moment with others could get you out of trouble." commented Sung.

Nikolay's eyebrows raised, telling of his intrigue and satisfaction even through his traditional scowl. He looked at Dumont. "I like this friend of yours, Den'gi." then he looked back to Sung and nodded. "You know how to give a gift. I thank you, Kitten. Spacibo." laughed Nikolay genuinely. "Now... what ingredients your 'doctor' was, uh... looking to buy?" Dumont looked to Sung for a moment, amused at his friend's newly given moniker 'Kitten'. He wasn't sure how Sung might take it, but instead of letting it settle, he proceeded with answering Nikolay's question. "Brains. Of predatory animals... Large shipments of sweet pea flower, and, euh... Uranium dust?" Dumont said, going through his mental list. "Komodo Dragon Pepper." Nikolay sipped his mead as he listened. The sound of animal brains piqued his interest but he didn't know most of the other things, at least, not in English. "What is 'predatory'?" he asked. "Predatory. Euh... animals that hunt other animals. Aggressive. Might eat or attack people." Dumont responded. "Aggressive animal..." Nikolay nodded. He had seen some shipments lately that were on ice with notations regarding animals or specimens. For the other ingredients, he would need translation to French and Russian for the cargo manifests.

Nikolay paused taking a sip of his drink and placing the small bag of tea on the table. "A shipment like that would have to come through Dock 8. The warehouse 25 Dock master Franck Dubost is the man you will want to see." Taking another sip of the drink. "Now He won't take tea as in pay for information but the man can be bought." Mentions Nikolay.

Sung chuckled at the tea part. "I see" answered Sung. "Mr. Dumont do you know where to go?" asked Sung

“Oui, Monsieur. Just finishing my drink.” with that, he stood, finished off his mead, and tipped his hat at the Russian. “Spacibo, Niko. Being seeing you again soon, I’m sure.” Dumont made sure to leave his bribe on the table. “Da, Den’gi. Don’t be a stranger. Mr. Kitten…” he put a gentle hand on Sung’s shoulder and gave him another appraisal. “Good to meet you. You come again, I will have a gift for you. Dasvidaniya.”

" Thank you for your time Nikolay, You can call me Sung or Kyu-Satori. Most can find me either way." Sung, speaks still a little accent but is much more clear now.

Sung and Dumont made their way back out into the dock wards toward number 25.

Walking the Docks was not getting any easier with the people all over the place working rather crowded for Sung's taste. The smell of the place made Sung cough a few times. The smell of old fish, sweat, urine, and who knew what else. He realized that it had been too long being in a place like this. He was used to a nicer way of life now and was not missing this one. Sung could feel the eyes watching him. He could feel something was coming to his instinct screaming get ready all the battles and years of war seemed to hint things were about to go wrong. he placed his hand on the leather sheath he was carrying and let it hang low as he walked. Sung and Dumont near where they would see the dockmaster people started to move out of the area some started to run.

Dr. Lamaire had made his docks with paranoid thoughts running through his mind. They were after him. They had come after him in the mountains. They had come after him today. He was certain now that Quinn had been working for them. Now, the Orc was working for them and out for revenge. The doctor just had no idea who the "them" was. He would have to keep his guard up. His work was too important to the cause, and Lemaire knew not to upset those at the top. "Dubost, I want more," Lemaire said as he walked into the warehouse by the dock labeled 25. "More? It'll cost you double. " Dubost said, he spoke English but his accent was heavily French. "Speaking of which where's my money." "You'll get your money. Next shipment. " Lemaire had wiped out his money on experiments. Then things had gone so wrong. The group that he was working for never seemed to be able to give him funds. It was for the cause though, so using his own money wasn't an issue until he had no more. Dubost let out a whistle and four brutish but human men appeared, two walked behind Lemaire and stood with their arms crossed. Two stood, on either side of Dubost.
Lemaire turned around and tried to run, or he made it look that way. As one of the guards that had been behind him stepped in to stop the doctor from running. Lemaire jabbed him with the needle, bringing the man to the ground. The other guards tried to get to Lemaire but just then the man on the ground began changing. One could hear the bones snap as they lengthened, the muscles grew tearing at the man's sleeves. His eyes became black in color. His face twisted with rage. He went for the guards first, tearing them each limb by limb. Then transformed guard picked up Dubost over his head and spun the man as if he was a pole above his head. Finally throwing Dubost against a wall so hard, that the once Dock Master was left shattered on the ground.

People screamed and ran trying to get out of his, Lemaire managed his escape running with the crowd and then swerving away from it.