<div class="floatright">(https://data.whicdn.com/images/245201146/superthumb.jpg?t=1466203304)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gordon Briggs<br/><strong>Nationality:</strong>American<br/><strong>Actions</strong>: The next step<br/><hr/>"I'll keep that in mind," Gordon replied in turn to Wallace's advice. It did make a lot of sense, and was something he would probably do in the future. Another adjustment from his time in Italy, that was for sure. For now though, he remained fixed on the case at hand. "And American booze is fine. We just keep the good stuff to ourselves," he challenged with a good natured grin. Some tasted good, some made you feel like your insides were burning. The roll of the dice was part of the charm.<br/><br/>But with that they got to work, methodically searching block after block for their target. The trio kept moving, Gordon careful just in case something unexpected happened. But all he got in turn was dull boredom. People were here, but everyone was keeping their heads down. Sensible, with the area that they lived. He probably would have done the same.<br/><br/>Then they found what they were looking for. Tracks led to a makeshift garage, and the truck that ostensibly belonged to the black marketeers. The boarded up section of the building seemed like the obvious first place for a follow up search.<br/><br/>"Looks like we still have the element of surprise on our side," Gordon noted aloud as he approached the truck. "We should probably have a chat with the owner, all civil-like." At the present moment however he was doing his best to see into the bed of the aforementioned truck. Just in case it had anything on it that had not been offloaded. More evidence would be useful, albeit somewhat unnecessary at this point. Who knew, they might even find something useful there