Scene #4993: Dockside Shenanigans

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Dick Grayson	Time is critical when the Bat family functions. Everything must go off precisely like clockwork, even a handful of seconds can break the rhythm of an operation and leave operatives in the wind. But at this point in their shared careers, the Gotham team has it down to a science, almost surgical in their precision. It had started when the old shipping containers were unloaded onto the docks. The manifest of the vessel was clean and its ownership unmuddied. The people who ran that enterprise were legitimate but what they carried was not. Hidden behind a myriad of double and triple forgeries, in a quartet of crates within one of those containers were weapons recently seized from a Hydra strongpoint in Europe that might have been knocked over during the mayhem of the mushroom encroachment. However they came by it, however, it didn't matter for now. What mattered was in seizing the equipment after they're unloaded and as they're being picked up by whomever takes the delivery. Those were the people that they wanted. And as the shipping container rolled off the deck of the large vessel, the heads up displays of the trio of Bat crew all light up as Nightwing chooses that as an objective point. "There's the jackpot, guys." His voice is calm and steady, always a little more chipper than the Bat but that's not a high bar to leap over. "We've got..." A quick check at the chronometer, "Seventy seconds until the three SUVs get here." The young acrobat's voice comes across to them, somewhere off in the shadows and hidden from view. "Beegee, you've got the gate. Robin, I need a check for look outs. Update me in 30." Seconds as they're set into motion.

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    Time is critical when the Bat family functions. Everything must go off precisely like clockwork, even a handful of seconds can break the rhythm of an operation and leave operatives in the wind. But at this point in their shared careers, the Gotham team has it down to a science, almost surgical in their precision.
    It had started when the old shipping containers were unloaded onto the docks. The manifest of the vessel was clean and its ownership unmuddied. The people who ran that enterprise were legitimate but what they carried was not. Hidden behind a myriad of double and triple forgeries, in a quartet of crates within one of those containers were weapons recently seized from a Hydra strongpoint in Europe that might have been knocked over during the mayhem of the mushroom encroachment. However they came by it, however, it didn't matter for now. What mattered was in seizing the equipment after they're unloaded and as they're being picked up by whomever takes the delivery. Those were the people that they wanted. And as the shipping container rolled off the deck of the large vessel, the heads up displays of the trio of Bat crew all light up as Nightwing chooses that as an objective point.
    "There's the jackpot, guys." His voice is calm and steady, always a little more chipper than the Bat but that's not a high bar to leap over. "We've got..." A quick check at the chronometer, "Seventy seconds until the three SUVs get here."
    The young acrobat's voice comes across to them, somewhere off in the shadows and hidden from view. "Beegee, you've got the gate. Robin, I need a check for look outs. Update me in 30." Seconds as they're set into motion.