<strong>En route from Sunset Club to warehouse</strong><br/><br/>The vague directions were actually reassuring in a way, less likely to be a setup.  But nonetheless Mary checked the action on her gun before starting tahe engine.  Not exactly a bad neighborhood for this time of night, not many muggers hung out there.  No locals lived there to prey on after all.  But there were other5 dangers.  Smugglers, dealers, all might be a bit nervouse to see someone they didn't know.  The van was easy to spot.  Nash parked behind it and slowly approached with her hands out to her side, clearly visible in the red van's mirrors.  "It's Mary Nash.  Who need help?