Phoenix
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Across the shore from Brunot Island, several men worked in the dark. The district had long since shut down for the night, and these weren’t men who worked out on the docks. These were the men of Leo Vasquez, there to pick up a fresh shipment.
Well, except for one.
One woman stood, watching the group as they worked. She seemed to make no move to help them. She was leaning against a shipping container, her legs crossed at the ankle as she watched with mild interest as the rest of the party worked. She wasn’t dressed like the rest of the men, who had all donned dark clothes as if it would hide them should someone stumble upon them. The woman was dressed in a bright red leather jacket, slung over a black v-neck and black leggings, which were tucked into equally red patent leather combat boots. She wore it all with ease, looking comfortable and at home as she examined her black painted nails.
“Come on, Opal, ain’t you supposed to be helpin’ us?”
“I was sent to keep an eye on things. Not to help you cart drugs out of this shipping container.” She slapped the side of the container she was leaning on, a cheerful smile on her freckled face.
“We’d be done in half the time if you did, though. I’ve seen how much you can lift on your own. Whaddya say?” One of the men adjusted his gloves, shooting the small, red-haired woman a smile. When Opal smiled back, it wasn’t a smile of camaraderie or politeness– it was all teeth. Her eyes narrowed and the veneer of politeness seemed to slip for just a moment to show something feral underneath. The man balked and got back to work. There was no more talking after that.
Fire Opal watched and waited until they were done. Their three vans were full, and there were two men to each. They started to pack in and start the cars up, but still, the red-haired woman stayed leaning against the shipping container. She had decided to wait for them to file out before hopping in her Kia and following. That way, if any of the vans got caught, she wouldn’t be with them. She watched as the first van started to peel away from the warehouse.