<strong>Marco Palazzi<br/>At the pier<br/>Turning a small problem into a big one.</strong><br/><br/>"Nice try, kid." Marco snapped at Isabella, fighting to keep his grip on Jasmine as she struggled. "I know this brat ain't with you. Now beat it, you don't want to get involved in none of this." He glanced around nervously as a crowd was beginning to gather, spitting his cigarette to the ground. He was getting enough attention as it was. At the very least, he wasn't alone any longer. A pair of men in suits similar to his, one especially well tailored that reflected the setting sun, were making their way down the pier from one of the larger ships stationed where fire drills were typically run.<br/><br/>"Yo, Marco, need a hand there?" one of the men asked, making his way over to the struggling pair. "Let's make things short here, we're meeting Pauly in time for his date with Constantine's brat, don't wanna be late."<br/><hr/>Meredith Peebles<br/>Pier - aboard the moored MV Daylight 3<br/><br/>Meredith may have been too caught up in the moment to realize, but as the adrenaline ebbed as she waited for Crtiz, so did the pain. The cracked rib she had been so sure of before felt more like an average bruise. Uncomfortable to be sure, but no worse than her shins<em>should</em>have been feeling. As they were, however, she was barely even sore from the entire ordeal. Had she been luckier than she realized, or was she still on an adrenaline high? How would it all feel once she turned in for the night.