Third Preplay

[knivesforbaby]

Lucifer	"That's his 'base of operations'? Maze, what kind of amateur jobs are you taking up these days?" Look, the little rusted ship sitting in the indicated location did not look particularly intimidating from the entrance to the docks. So sue him.
Maze	"He gets some unusual cargo sometimes," Maze said, rolling her eyes. "Bet he thought this was the best way to slip under the radar."
Octavia	"Yeah, you can't judge a ship by how it looks from the outside," Octavia added in a drawl that sounded vaguely offended, if you knew how to listen for it.
Duke	"Thank you." Duke shook his head. "You all understand the idea of using a cover, right?"
Lucifer	"Boat people," Lucifer sighed. "Of course I know what a cover is. I had just been hoping for something a little more interesting, considering I gave up good seafood for this."
Maze	"Oh, whatever," Maze said, already halfway down the docks to the ship. "Just don't barge in and yell 'hello, smuggler' like you usually do." Beat. "Tonight that's my job."
Seivarden	"What's the plan here?" Seivarden asked. "Do we have one?"
Octavia	"Busting in and grabbing the guy, by the looks of it," Octavia drawled, reflexively picking up her pace to tail Maze. "What more do you need?" That was meant as rhetorical.
Duke	"So . . . as a guy who also owns a rusty-looking boat and occasional deals with the, uh. Less than legal side of things, can I just note that he will probably have lots of weapons and hiding places around? You know, as something to keep in mind while barging in and grabbing him."
Octavia	"One, Octavia is correct, and we don't really need much of a plan otherwise," Lucifer said, as he strolled right after Maze. "Two, they always have weapons, it'd be kind of cute if it wasn't such a wear on my suits."
Maze	"And rummaging around his boat trying to find stuff will be your job," Maze said, hands sliding into her pockets to grab two knives as she approached the ship.
Seivarden	This was one of the occasions where Seivarden was reminded what a bad idea selling her armour for drugs had been. At least there were other people here who were invulnerable to weapons. "You can't be killed either?" she asked Maze. "So you two," she gestured at Lucifer, "go in and keep them distracted and the rest of us can search through it." It was a fucking boat. She would only have needed a few ancillaries for this. This was a fucking boat and she realized she had missed doing something she was actually good at. She pulled out the gun she had brought. At least it was probably a decent one for this place, she trusted Rosa not to have tried to make fun of her by picking a bad one.
Duke	Duke checked his own gun. "If I get shot tonight, I'm going to be very annoyed. I just want that on the record."
Octavia	"Oh, he better not do anything that stupid." There was a very small, very dark sliver of Octavia that would probably have reveled in the excuse for unbridled violence. The rest of her, not so much. "Let's just get him."
Maze	"Just what I was thinking," Maze said, stalking across a thin plank onto the boat. Nobody on the outside, a big steel door between them and the inside... "Hey! We know you're in here!" She threw a quick glance over her shoulder at Lucifer. And kicked the door in.
Lucifer	Lucifer sauntered in behind her, hands still in his pockets, looking like this was just a fun jaunt out on the town. Not so much the poor man inside. Brown-haired and brown-bearded, he jerked away from the table at the center of the main cabin and yanked his handgun out of his pocket. "Who the hell are you?!" he yelled. "Hello, smuggler," Lucifer chirped. Maze smacked him.
Seivarden	If she hadn't expected this to be easy, Seivarden would have insisted on at least some kind of strategy. Now she just followed, part of her wishing that she could have given orders on how to do it, but being well aware that no one here would even consider following them. Hopefully they could at least make it entertaining.
Duke	Duke paused before following them in, glancing over at Octavia. ". . . Do we actually know what we're looking for?"
Octavia	Octavia shook her head. "Nope," she said, dryly, then nodded ahead. "But I'm pretty sure Maze is about to dig it out of the guy." Not literally. ... Hopefully.
Maze	"I want the box," Maze said, rolling her eyes at the smuggler. "The metal one. The special delivery." "Are you nuts?" the smuggler retorted. "Get the hell off of my ship! I'm not going to ask again." He cocked the trigger. "You really want me to break your arm?" she said flatly.
Lucifer	"You're clearly a tough one," the smuggler - Emil - said, his eyes flicking from Octavia to Duke to-- He moved his arm to point the gun at Lucifer. "Wonder if you're still so tough if I shoot your friend over here." Lucifer laughed, none-too-soft. Then stopped. Abruptly. "Please don't," he said. "I literally just bought this jacket." He made a vague gesture at Seivarden. Weren't they supposed to run off while Maze and him caused a distraction?
Seivarden	Seivarden backed away, keeping an eye on the smuggler as she did so, and quickly stepped into the next room. "So, metal box?" she said to herself, looking around.
Duke	Duke ducked through after her, gun held low and ready. Their smuggler might be the sort to have friends around, after all. "Seems likely. Especially if it locks."
Octavia	Octavia had a tendency to go her own way, and this time was no exception. She didn't need anyone with a gun looking out for her, thanks. So she ducked quietly the other way to look around. Knife in hand, of course.