[h1][color=indianred][center]Hector Cavala[/center][/color][/h1]
Hector's day had gone quite comfortably. The ramen shop he had opted to visit-- after having Assassin switch into his Spiritual Body-- was fairly mediocre if cheap, and gave Hector an opportunity to check the town out on Google Maps. Fortunately for Hector, there was a pharmacy just about half a mile away, and an electronics store not even a block away from him. Hector quickly and carefully devised a shopping list.

Hector had just gotten back to his hotel room, a rental car full of vitamin supplements and glass bottles, when he caught wind of a dastardly bastardly plot at the port. Hector knew he'd have to find [i]some[/i] way to intercept it, but how? A bright idea crossed his mind, one that he'd used to great effect in the Gulf of Mexico. [i]He[/i] wouldn't need to halt the shipment at all!

Hector knew two things about Seyrun's shipment. One, it was a shipment of magical and mundane items. Two, it was ordered by someone named [i]Seyrun[/i]. Hector didn't know many Japanese people with that name. In fact, he didn't know many Japanese people, but that was irrelevant. Presumably, that meant it was being ordered from somewhere far away, possibly the Middle East or Europe. Any shipments being taken by boat from there would take a week or so to reach the port, and slightly longer for it to be unloaded, inspected, and delivered. Hector had plenty of time, but he was still on a strict timer.

Hector pulled a phone out, and prepared to make a call. Hector was [i]very[/i] happy for the existence of "pay as you go" phones. They were buyable nearly anywhere people sell electronics, can be paid for under false names, and were nearly impossible to track until [i]after[/i] they were already used. Hector's plan would take no small amount of persuasive power, though it [i]would[/i] be easier than when he first tried it.


"[color=green]Fuyuki Port Authority, what can--[/color]"
"[color=indianred] I don't have much time: terrorists working from outside the country have smuggled a dirty bomb onto one of the ships coming into Fuyuki City's port in the next... five to fourteen days. My sources inform me that they plan on sneaking it out under the guise of innocent miscellaneous goods and detonating it in the middle of the city-- unless you can stop them, dozens of lives may be lost![/color]"
There was a pregnant pause. The dispatcher spoke carefully and deliberately.
"[color=green]Sir, we appreciate your assistance, but there isn't much we can do, beyond halting all ingoing and outcoming ships. Do you have any additional information that could help us?[/color]"
"[color=indianred]I only know one thing about the shipment they might be using to smuggle: it's a large variety of 'magical' items. Presumably, that means precious stones, incense, metal trinkets... check your shipping manifests for [i]anyone[/i] ordering large amounts of unusual goods.[/color]"
"[color=green]Can do, sir. We'll investigate any shipments coming in that fit that description.[/color]"
"[color=indianred]Thank you.[/color]" Hector hung up before the dispatcher could respond, and smiled.

Within the hour word would reach the police. Within two, the ships coming into Fuyuki City would most likely be stopped, either in port or just outside of it. Within three, police investigations would begin, and the port would be locked down tight. Japan certainly wasn't the most terrorized country in the world, but the authorities were legally required to take any and all threats of terrorism at face value. It would take a while, but the port would be shut down, leaving the goods ripe for the taking.  The next part of Hector's plan, however, wouldn't need the use of the port. Hector called Assassin forth, and gave him a stern nod.

"[color=indianred]Aight, I just got word of a shipment of magical supplies coming in to the port several days from now. Here, lemme show you what I want you to do.[/color]" Hector pulled his smartphone out, and opened its web browser.

"[color=indianred]The shipment'll be stored on a ship like [i]this[/i],[/color]" Hector showed Assassin a picture of a cargo ship. Massive, flat, and seaborne, it was practically a moving runway. "[color=indianred]It'll be either kept strapped together under a big cloth tarp, or it'll all be kept in a metal box like [i]this[/i],[/color]" Hector showed Assassin a picture of a large, metal shipping container. The chain around its doors looked comically flimsy compared to a Servant's strength. 
"[color=indianred]There's a big fuckoff port about two miles directly southwest from here. I want you to go there, and search the waters around it for any ships like that. There can't be more than a dozen ships floating around this place, this ain't a very big city.[/color]"

"[color=indianred]You're gonna go on each of the ships 'til you find a container full'a magical shit. You'll know it when you see it. When you [i]do[/i] find it, I want you to fuckin' wreck it. Smash it up, toss it in the ocean, steal it, I don't give a shit. You gotta get it [i]gone[/i]. If you can't find it, rough up the workers until they tell you where it is. Ooh, and try to find out who's ordered this shit. If I get a name, I got a target, and if I got a target, we got ourselves a plan. 'til then, we're gonna stick to my previous plan of investigating and keeping low.[/color]"

Hector wiped the sweat from his brow. His call was definitely going to be tracked. He'd have to ditch the phone and the hotel room, and find somewhere else to hide out. However, he [i]did[/i] buy another burner phone just for this occasion. With very explicit care, Hector handed Assassin another burner phone. It was a small, nondescript flip phone with only a number pad and a call/hang up button.

"[color=indianred]The next few days're gonna have us be separated for a while, as we go scouting. What I need you to do is [b]keep this goddamn phone handy[/b]. If you're in trouble, or you see something special, you're gonna call the eighth number down. The one that says '911 Emergency'. That's [b]my[/b] number. You got, like, thirty minutes on that thing, so try not to do any prank call shit.[/color]"


"[color=indianred]Aight, now we got that shit sorted, we gotta start our investigation. Where do you think we should start first?[/color]"

[@Flamelord]