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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DanMcS" data-source="post: 534337" data-attributes="member: 6530">12/14/2002Session 3The Daedalus team was called back to project headquarters the day after New Years.  They'd had a couple of weeks to pursue side interests, but were now back on the job.Eric Daedalus brought them in to his office for the briefing.  "A number of Egyptian artifacts were stolen from the New York Metropolitan Library yesterday.  The New Amsterdam branch, to be specific.  They probably have occult significance.  The night before, the Turkamen Star, a small freighter registered out of Cyprus, came into NYC harbor.  Here's the crew list.  Recognize anyone?"Isaac scanned the list.  "I recognize that one, Jamhad al-Akbin Abari; he's Saudi, deals Egyptian stuff in Europe, right?  Never met him though.""Precisely," confirmed Daedalus.  "Go to New York, investigate the burglary, check out the ship and see if they were involved.""That's pretty thin.  A ship came into harbor the same night as the burglary.  So what?  A hundred ships must go in and out every day."  Mason wasn't convinced.  "What makes you think...""Good sources," Daedalus interrupted.  "Here are the tickets, here's a debit card for expenses, phone in periodically."***By the time they got off the plane, it was getting dark.  A short trip to the hotel, then they caught the subway to the library branch.  It was closed.  Discreet scouting revealed several private security guards patrolling, inside and out.  No way they were getting in there tonight."To the ship!"***The Turkamen Star was small as cargo ships go.  It nestled into pier 8 at the city harbor.  Occasional lights pierced the evening gloom, but this dock was mostly empty of people.  Two other ships, a big container ship and a smaller boat, shared the dock.Trying to look nonchalant, Mason, Wolfgang, Isaac and Rae sauntered down to the far tip of the dock.  Four guards at the foot of the ramp eyed us hard as we passed the Star, but we gave them a wide berth.  The smallest ship was moored at the end, and we walked onto it like we knew what we were doing.Once aboard, we wanted to have a good look at the Star through binoculars, but it was too dark.  A whispered plan developed.  Rae and Mason stayed aboard the ship, peering toward the Star, while Isaac and Wolfgang crept towards it, keeping to the shadows.Wolfgang led the way towards the mooring line of the ship.  He was nearly there, andWHAMcringed as Isaac walked into a crate behind him.  The guards shined a light towards us, and began yelling at us, not in English.Isaac went for his wallet, and flipped it open at them.  "Port authority!  We're inspecting your mooring lines."The guards, seeing him reach inside his jacket, had gone for their guns.  "Oh, crap!"  The guards opened fire.Isaac ran for cover, several crates were around that might stop bullets.  Wolfgang pulled his own weapon and shot back.Rae and Mason, hearing the gun battle, ran to the dock and began working their way toward the Star, keeping behind cover as they came.One guard ran back aboard the ship.  Another went down to Wolfgang's fire, but Wolfgang was knocked back by several shots and fell unconscious.  Isaac hid behind a crate, trading potshots with an equally terrified guard.Rae and Mason finally showed up and finished off the two guards still standing.  Rae checked out Wolfgang, tied off his worst wounds, and called for the retreat.  Our heroes scurried away, Wolfgang over Isaac's shoulder, retreating to the hotel to regroup.</blockquote>

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