Nevada was doing her patrol around the docks. Ever since Tagg's charge the docks have kinda become their territory especially since Lung did not contest it and the merchants were shown the door a few days ago.
Some spies were seen and barely managed to escape, from Georgia's reports those were likely to be Coil's agents.
A ping is heard on the radio.
Nevada sighs expecting the destroyers to have done something stupid again.
"You Got it York?" Nevada asks
"Yeah sure," New York responds
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USS Knight was helping the dock workers unload some of the heavy crates. Shipping had started coming in again. Though the very first shipment to come in was for Georgia Beryl.
"I wonder what these are?" a dock worker asks
Knight nods.
"We could open it, Georgia wouldn't mind," Knight says
"Yeah, why not. JEFF! GET THE CROWBAR!"
"WHAAATTT!!!" Jeff shouts back
"The CROW BAR! GET THE CROW BAR!"
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The crate burst open with dozens of 5-inch shells roaring as the small sunami of death hit the ground and bounced, rolling across the concrete pier.
Knight immediately jumps off the pier followed by Jeff. Johnny was crying in a fetal position surrounded by the armament.
Knight sticks her head over the pier looking at all the shells sufficiently spooked.
"None of them went off?" Knight asks
Johnny stops crying taking note of his situation.
"No, I guess not," Johnny says standing up and wiping the dust off his pants and shirt.
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A few seconds later a soaked Jeff climbs out of the bay.
"That's johnny for you, Mr. I retired from Merryweather, I can handle myself. PMC is the same as the military my ass." Jeff says in joking sarcasm.
"What kind of shells are these?" Knight asks not recognizing them.
"No clue?" Jeff says
Knight nods, "Aight, I'm going to send out a ping then."
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A Young woman with pale blue eyes and long black hair crawled out of the manhole.
"A few more spots to go," She says covering the spot with the cover.
Checking to make sure her utility belt was still in place she take a breath.
"If I had known that lung was gonna pussy out when i suggested this I would have never joined the ABB."
The sound of a truck coming down the road alerts the girl to the people approaching, and Quickly ducks into an alleyway between two warehouses. A truck full of men in camouflage goes by all of the guys holding rifles.
"That should be the last bomb for the Dock I can't stick around much longer the patrols are becoming more frequent." The girl mutters
With USS Enterprise being here for dry docking the Naval and Marine presence was visible, heavily so. The merchants had been forced out overnight and Skidmark shot for the infraction. He was still alive and in hiding, however, it really fucked with the power dynamics. Especially with the rumors of a base being built which would claim the docks and the train yard. She couldn't stand for the territory being taken from her gang. They may have questioned her intelligence when it came to her plan however, it would work. She would prove that it would work.
SHE WOULD PROVE THEM ALL WRONG.