The loading gate stands half-open under a wash of streetlight. A nervous dockhand in a high-visibility vest shoves marked crates into a van, glancing back at the warehouse door like he expects it to bite.
Scott and Mara step out of the dark with the manifest and receipt in hand. The dockhand freezes, and the crate he is lifting thuds back against the bumper.
The Dockhand
Hey, no, wait. I am just loading what I was told to load.
The crate labels match the supplier code tied to O'Malley's. This gate is not just a route, it is a choke point in Thorne's pipeline.
Mara Keene
Scott, this is it. If those crates move, they keep feeding the setup that kills the pub.
The dockhand edges toward the van door, looking for a chance to bolt. The open gate, the paperwork, and the loaded crates all point to the same next step, shut this line down now or let Thorne's network keep reaching O'Malley's.
✓ Quest Accepted
Corner the dockhand
✓ Quest Accepted
Shut down Thorne's supply line
“I push the dockhand outta the way and throw the van full of crates into the harbor”
SUCCESS (Legendary Strength, rolled +0)
Scott moves first, a hard shoulder into the dockhand that sends him stumbling clear of the van lane. The marked crates rattle as the vehicle rocks, then tilts with a grinding screech toward the harbor edge.
Steel shrieks, water flashes black below, and the van goes over in a single heavy roll. Crates slam loose on impact, splashing through the tide as the dockhand loses the last grip on his nerve.
The Dockhand
Wait, wait, I did not pick the route. Thorne's people did. I was just told where to drop it.
Mara Keene
Then start naming names. Every dock, every pickup, every handoff tied to O'Malley's.
The receipt in Scott's hand flaps in the wind by the open gate, its code now pointed straight at the broken chain of crates bobbing in the water.
The Dockhand
I can tell you the next delivery point, but only if you stop them from coming back for me.
Quest Complete
Corner the dockhand