6287/The nosey reporter...

The nosey reporter...
Date of Scene:	26 January 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Fathom, Red Hood

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Fathom has posed:
Aspen had planned to visit Tyler Kincaid in New York City this week, knowing that she would be spending a lot of time at sea before long. Her best friend had moved to the Big Apple not too long ago, the television reporting gig she'd landed a big step up over her smaller channel in California.

So Aspen was disappointed to find out that Tyler had to leave New York and head out of town. Investigative reporting in Gotham, Tyler had said. Sources of hers had spoken of large-scale shipments being smuggled into the Gotham docks. Tyler was still making a name for herself in New York, and grabbed hold of the story like a bulldog.

And so Aspen accompanied Tyler to Gotham, figuring she'd spend what time she could with her friend, rather than just going back home, or sitting in the unfamiliar city by herself.

Little did either woman know that those responsible for the smuggling had gotten word of the leak. Tyler's sources had already been shut up, permanently. But not before giving up the newswoman under duress of torture. Tyler had reached out to the sources several times during that first day in Gotham, with no response. The headstrong woman has now decided to go check out the docks for herself, over Aspen's objections. Aspen goes with her, hoping to keep her best friend out of danger.

Good luck in that.

Red Hood has posed:
The docks are a twenty-four/seven/three sixty-five operation. But there are times where they are silent and have quiet areas. Tyler had gotten a note from one of her sources. Meet him at one of the ship slips. He had information that was going to break her investigation wide open. While he didn't tell her to come alone, it was pretty implied in the message.

Now, here on the docks, the winter wind blows in from the harbor, whipping up white-crested tops on the waterway. It splashes against the deck pylons, before retreating out into the ocean.

Standing among all of the shipping containers is a single figure that's standing there, smoking a cigarette. The coals glow in the night as he waits for Tyler to arrive. In his hand he carries a briefcase to his side while he looks around nervously.

Fathom has posed:
Aspen and Tyler look out from a shadowy corner of a warehouse along the docks. The man's cigarette lights up, like a hot coal floating in the windy night, not bright enough to illuminate the figure himself. "I don't like this," Aspen tells Tyler quietly. "At least let me go with you."

Tyler, a beautiful, tall blonde with shoulder length hair gives a shake of her head. "I need to go alone, Aspen. I'll be fine," she says, checking that her phone is recording audio and video both, even if she intends to keep it in her pocket.

Aspen, a little shorter, and with dark hair and light violet eyes that would look exotic were it not too dark to see them in the shadows, moves in front of her. "At least I'm going partway with you, so he knows you have backup. I'll just... stand there looming," Aspen says, drawing a laugh from Tyler and finally a nod of acquiescence.

The two emerge from the shadows, walking over to meet the figure. Both women are dressed in dark colors, Aspen in jeans, Tyler in a dark slacks. Aspen stops about 30 feet away, slouching against a metal shipping container and slipping a hand into her jacket pocket as if there could be a weapon in there. Even if there isn't. While Tyler continues on to meet the figure she thinks is her source.