Posted by Ensign Samantha Keene (Engineering Officer (Supplies and Procurement Officer)) in Nash and Keene: Bay City PD Ep1

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Ethan Nash (Chief Tactical Officer) in Nash and Keene: Bay City PD Ep1
The warehouse was cold as Nash moved quietly between piles of crates stacked to form aisles with narrow walkways. Outside in the dark of the night a thick fog mostly obscured the docks from view, and muffled the sound of the water lapping against the cement. It didn’t muffle the sound of men’s voices from near the main entrance to the warehouse, nor dim the bright light inside pointed at the loading platform running up the ship docked next to the warehouse.

Dressed against the cold with his long dark leather jacket buttoned up high covering his suit and tie, the high neck of the coat covering the back of his neck, Nash slowly made his way closer to the front of the stacked crates where he could get a good view of the men loading the ship from the trucks parked just inside the door. Coming closer to the end of the line of boxes he took the stub of the cigar out of his mouth and put it out against the wood. Bright though the light was ahead, it was dark where he was and the glow of the cigar could give him away.

Opening his coat he slipped his hand inside, placing the cigar stub safely in his inside pocket and then sliding his hand further, to his armpit where his fingers closed around the reassuring wooden grip of his favourite friend, an old Webley .455 revolver that looked like it had seen better days, but never let him down when he needed it. Pulling the gun from his coat he looked down at the weapon nestled comfortably in his gloved hand and felt the weight of it. He inched around the last box and saw what he was expecting, a dozen men of Maloneys gang loading crates onto the ship with a forklift, and Maloney himself in his white suit standing on the railing above the main doors, next to the entrance to his office. His eyes followed the men and the warehouse left and right as far as he could make out and he inched back behind the boxes and waited.

“Where the hell is Keene?” He muttered. They had split up at the back entrance to find their way forward and cover both of the available entrances. Since then, he hadn’t seen or heard from his ‘partner’ and that worried him more than he cared to admit.

Detective Ethan Nash, Bay City PD

Keene moved stealthy along the boxed filled alleyway, the metallic glint of her Colt .45 seeming huge in her petite hand as she trained it into every shadow. She slinked through the low lying fog, until she found what she had been looking for since she and Nash had spilt up

Tucking her gun into the waistband in the small of her back, she grasped the slick metal of the drain pipe and started to climb. Hand over hand she shimmied up the pipe until…

CRACK! BANG!

She froze, her heart racing, had she been spotted? Cautiously she raised her head to glance around. The good news was that no-one seemed to be shooting at her. The bad news was that the loud metallic noise had been one of the rusty bolts holding the drain pipe to the wall giving up the ghost, leaving the pipe canted over at a strange angle, the remaining bolts creaking ominously as she hung above the mist shrouded alley way several stories below.

Taking stock of her predicament, Keene noticed a small bricked up window to her right, the ledge still protruding. She reached out with the toe of her right boot, inching it painfully slowly across the brickwork.

CREEEEEAAAAAKKKK!

She froze again, the pipe now swaying further as she moved her weight to the right, the bolts shedding decades of rust. Gathering herself, she made a desperate leap for the ledge, fingers scrabbling on the bricks as she started to slide before desperately clinging to the concreate sill as she fell past.

She hung their momentarily, legs dangling above the abyss, she paused to consider whether this really had been such a good idea after all. She began to swing herself, pendulum style, gradually picking up momentum, until she was able to hook her knee up on to the ledge and haul herself on to its narrow comfort. She could see the outline of the roof guttering just above and with a tendon jangling leap was able to catch hold of the rim with her fingertips and pull herself up, finding a small pipe protruding from the roof to use as a handy handhold, she eventually lay on her back on the roof, gasping with the effort.

Dusting herself down and drawing her gun, she moved off again, stepping sure footedly along the ridge off the roof tiles until she found what she was up her for. Using her hand she swept several years’ worth of dirt and dead flies away from the skylight until she could see clearly inside. Spotting no movement she carefully slipped off her black leather biker jacket and wrapped it around her fist before punching out the small pane of glass nearest to the lock handle. She reached carefully inside and flipped the catch, opening the window just wide enough for her to slip through and into the building.

She landed catlike atop one of the large stacks of crates that formed natural walkways within the warehouse. Making her way towards the light and activity she could see by the main loading dock. Making her way towards the light and activity she could see by the main loading dock, she moved along the row, jumping lightly from stack to stack.

Detective Sam Keene, Bay City PD

OCC: I want more. :) Erase this when you start to post but post. It’s a great story guys. ~ Kate