Lutin Cartel warehouse

They had slipped and slid through the shadows once Enigma had shown his willingness, nay, eagerness! to indulge in a bit of crime that could potential make them marks against a very, very powerful cartel.

Rafaela filled Enigma in on the basics; what the warehouse was used for, who owned it, how much fairy dust she reasoned was cached inside. He didn't need to be told that if they were caught, they would be dead. She didn't have to mention that is was in their best interests to not be seen... or better yet, kill anyone who could identify them.

By the time they had slunk to the shadows near the warehouse, Rafaela had a hood drawn deep over her head and held up a hand to signal her drug addict cohort to come to a stop. She had cased the place for only a few nights, and was now looking out for the guards and patrol that were there, protecting the so-called "fruit company."

For a fruit warehouse at night, the place is surprisingly busy. "Dock hands" sit around all over the place, smoking and trying their best to look unobtrusive and pretend that they're not keeping an eye on the warehouse. From inside, the two would-be thieves npmigh here the scraping and shuffling of boxes being moved about.

Enigma smirked at her statement, flashes of already elongating fangs flashing in the low light at her mocking question, "Nope, no problem with fires here," he said as he removed his shirt again so it was not ruined as his wings sprouted once again.

Along with the wings and black scales for skin however, a few more parts of his body changed this time, as his hands turned into more deadly implements meant for not only grasping but also slashing and stabbing in the form of long ivory claws. His face also seemed to change more, as a short snout grew from it and his lips receded until long fangs were seen. His feet also grew claws and seemed more adept at grabbing things in general. Reptilian eyes would meet Rafaela's for a moment if she was watching. He didn't exchange any words with her, instead simply letting out a low growling/grunting noise to acknowledge her before disappearing into the night sky.

In the dark of night it was very hard to spot the shadowy predator, save for when he passed in front of the night stars and for a moment one could see them flicker out.  

As soon as the bombs go off, the "workers" are on their feet. Swords and crossbows are drawn from hidden pockets as they rush towards the explosion, searching frantically for whoever set it off.

"Who's there? Stop where you are!"

They begin running up and down the docks, looking about. Meanwhile, if Rafaela were nearby the warehouse, she would hear a sharp clank as the doors and windows were barred. Looks like the  people inside were not planning on letting anyone in. The two thieves are unseen and ignored...so far.

She slunk through the shadows, quick and nimble as the workers bees were drawn to the explosion. It had the unfortunate effect of the clank of iron bars going down over the doors and windows, but she would have to deal with that later. Rafaela had not known that the warehouse would have had that!

Both of the little crossbows sprang to life from her wrist guards, shots fired across the distant at the stragglers that were still behind, still trying to guard the door to the warehouse. The fire of the explosion was still raging, eating up the wood and combustibles all around as smoke steadily rose into the air.

She quickly pat down the bodies she dropped, searching for a key or some way inside the warehouse.

In the ensuing chaos, Enigma moved to land atop the roof of the warehouse. All the windows and doors were barred shut from the inside, so there were no possible entries available. Therefore, Enigma's plan was to make a new entrance as he shifted ever closer into a dragon. The horns atop his head grew larger and his fair receded then. The muscles on his arms and legs also grew substantially along with the rest of his body. His claws also grew even sharper and deadly as he dug them into the roof of the building. 

Letting out a roar he would begin tearing at the roof of the warehouse, sending the horrible sound of huge claws scraping through roofing through the warehouse as he tore apart the roof with his draconic strength. Assuming he did in fact tear a hole in the roof, Enigma would jump into the warehouse and begin his rampage. He moved un-naturally fast and was completely vicious in his fighting, and could easily continue to tear apart any guards that stood in his way even if they managed to sink a few arrows into him. Eventually, if he managed to fight off all the guards he would make his way to the front door barred from the inside and bust it down, allowing Rafaela entry. 

Enigma would be able to burst through the roof, but only with tremendous effort. After he breaks in, he would find...almost nothing. The warehouse is empty, with nothing but a huge hatch in the floor. Beneath, the dark waters of the sea splash menacingly. The warehouse was clearly abandoned in a hurry, with fairy dust strewn about the floor and sandwiches left uneaten. It seems that the few crates of fairy dust left behind have been set on fire, and they fill the warehouse with multicolored smoke. If Rafaela were sharp-eyed and watching the water, she would see some sort of light underneath the sea, coming from what appeared to be a large bubble. It quickly descends to the bottom and floats away.

Rafaela ran through the doors once they were blown off, giving little care to the mewling of the few Cartel lackeys that were caught by it. She whipped a cloth from the back of her belt and held it to her face as she looked around the carnage.

Enigma was after the submarine, and that was fine by her. She wasn't after fairy dust as it was. Instead, she searched for the stairs that led to the fore man's office above the warehouse. The door was already open.

Dammit, dammit, dammit!

She raced up the stairs while the fire began to burn and went into the office. It was trashed, and not because of Enigma. They had gone through and taken the most important things. Rafaela hastily tried to flip through paperwork, looking for anything that might stand out or catch her eye as important, or even a LEAD to something important.

If not, however, she would hastily make her way out of the building, abandoning Enigma to his submarine. What good would she be in the water, in the dark of night? She faded into the shadows, with a mental promise to find Enigma again.

That is, if he didn't die.

Enigma eventually lost track of the submarines as they split up and sped off, which only served to anger him more. However, as he swam back to the to the docks he was able to control it somewhat, but it was hard to do so now that all of the fairy dust in his system had been spent and he was now sober. The feeling of being sober felt terrible to Enigma, and his shifting of forms also exhausted him. 

Not to mention he didn't remember the last time he had eaten anything. Now fully human again, Enigma was just barely able to drag himself onto the dock before blacking out. If left undisturbed, he would wake up on the docks the next morning, wearing only a pair of mostly shredded pants.