Pete Wisdom is saving the world...from itself. (mister_wisdom) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-07-17 04:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, neena thurman (domino), pete wisdom |
"You threatened to cut their shrimp off."
Who: Domino, Pete Wisdom, and various npcs.
What: Thailand human trafficking bust.
When: They've been and hopped back by now (now with added jet lag!). It was them taking off right after this anonymous tip and this visit with Moira. I'm belatedly posting this, since it was rp'd like...two days ago, now? Whoops. I get distracted by moths and sparkly things.
Where: Thailand.
Rating: PG13 most likely, for language mostly. Nothing too terribly descriptive, either violence or trafficking-wise.
Status: Complete!
There were two places of importance in the Thailand section of the intel - the port where many of the women and girls were transported, and a brothel in the heart of Bangkok, the kind that serviced everyone from American servicemen to Chinese businessmen.
Pete had decided the dock was the place to hit first, since they might as well cut off the flow of human trafficking there, and then go in and clean out that brothel. Because it was a house of dirty, terrible smut and a den of depravity and none of the people doing the busting would ever look at that scene and go 'hmm' in their brains later on, at all. Nope. So it's off to the docks they go!
"Right, uhh...Miss Thurman, would you care t'blow the doors off this..." He flipped a hand in the direction of a warehouse, because he has to let the girlfriend be professional and professionally blow something up. Or else she'll be sad panda face, inside.
"I find I'm always glad when I bring along plastique," Miss Thurman replied, while pulling a prepared miniature bomb out of a bag nearby. She applied it to the door and stepped back a ways. Since he'd already asked for her to blow it, she didn't bother with the whole 'waiting on your word' part, instead opting for holding up fingers to count down before hitting the detonator.
Which, of course, was fine by him, and none of the Thai police seemed to be complaining.
Inside were three dozen girls and women, most of them too young to ever have to go through this. Sprinkled among them were some french and swedish tourists and several other nationalities, bound for destinations where they'd be considered exotic. There were screams when the door blew open. There were also several goons manhandling several of the women. They scrambled for weapons.
And in they went! Guns drawn but not blazing, because even Pete knew that would've been stupid considering they were there to save the...tourists and girls and, wow, people really were sick fucks. This all just confirmed it, in his mind.
It was also a excellent time to remember his 'how to speak Thai in 30 days' training he'd had back in dreamland with other him. Which came in handy for telling goons to drop their weapons, dammit. That was done in colorful language that likely included the mention of shrimp in there somewhere, but...he wasn't aware and the Thai police and goons will look at him funny, and just keep right on going. Because of dangerous times.
Acting in her more professional capacity, Dom pulled out only one pistol and came in behind Pete, backing him up. She caught a goon alongside them, and motioned him over in front of them with her gun.
The goons dropped their guns and put their hands up. Busted.
"You threatened to cut their shrimp off, nice work there, Mr. Wisdom." Dom almost sounded snarky. Almost.
That's right, and Pete told them that...it was because of the vengeful ancestors that they were going to eat noodles in a basket guarded by jungle monkeys. If they don't like it, that's tough. Because the crime fits the punishment.
"Wot? I didn't say nothin' about shrimp," he countered, like he knew precisely what he was saying and just said. That's why he's standing there looking quite knowledgeable while the Thai police put those people in cuffs and drag them off.
"Yes sir," Dom holstered her pistol and started looking around the place, "Well we found the cargo, but doesn't this seem a little... too easy?"
One of the younger girls tugged on Domino's sleeve. In broken english she said, "Sister. Seen sister?"
"Slightly. Marginally. Yes, it does." Pete pursed his lips as he watched some of the girls being guided off by the rescuers and then he stared at the girl tugging on Dom's sleeve.
Dom squatted down a bit, so that she could be more on eye level with the girl tugging at her sleeve. The whole situation was almost heartbreaking, and if she hadn't been worried that any second now ghost people would start appearing, she might have allowed herself to feel it. She put on a smile, "What does she look like, Sweetie?"
The girl held up her hand a few inches below her head to indicate height, then pointed at Dom's hair like 'your hair.' "Always smile." She pushed up Dom's lips into a beaming smile to demonstrate.
"...oh well that's lovely, she's e'en younger," Pete grumbled, after developing an eyetwitch. He could guess wherever the girl was, she probably wasn't smiling much, especially if she wasn't present and accounted for. Currently.
"Always smiles, eh?" Honestly, that description could fit anyone, and yes, Domino was trying hard not to think about the fact that the girl might have already ended up at her final destination, "When did you last see her?"
"Left her at bad place." The girl frowned, like she was supposed to protect her and hadn't.
Dom glanced up at Pete, then back at the girl, "Is the bad place here somewhere, or across the ocean? Was it a long time between there and here?"
"Drove long time."
"A long time... Did you hear any noises on the way? Ones you can remember?" Dom was mentally filing away any details she could. It sounded like there was another place they needed to investigate, though she wasn't sure if she was coming to the same conclusion that Pete was. She looked up at him again.
"Animals. When stopped for awhile." The girl hugged herself, "Took us from home."
Pete was simply letting her handle this, because he was under the self-imposed impression he wasn't good with kids or teenagers. And if the girl had been subjected to any form of abuse at the hands of a man, then it was better for her to talk to a woman. More trust? More information. He was simply listening while the police were cleaning things up.
He'd also pretty much dealt with situations like these as well in the past three years, so hearing stuff like this, or seeing it? He was sadly a bit accustomed to it and the horror stories.
Dom glanced back at the girl, and tilted her head, "It's not your fault. They were bad men, and they were stronger than you. What's your sister's name? We'll try and find her."
"Ratana."
"Maybe she can ride along with one o' the officers, an' see if she can identify 'er sister. If she's there," murmured Pete just loud enough for Dom to hear. "We've got t'go soon though, in case there was some sort o' warning system. Even if they've got the other place under a watch already."
There was a tiny nod in Pete's direction, but Dom's eyes never left the girl's face, "I'm going to take you to one of the nice men, and they're going to take you somewhere that you can be safe. But if you remember anything else, tell one of them, and they'll tell me. OKay? If I find Ratana, I'll bring her to you."
Her language was very specific. She wasn't going to promise anything she couldn't keep.
Pete gave a shrug like that was satisfactory and then started waving a hand around like 'everyone back to the cars, we've got people to bust' along with the police chief. There’s wavy arms and someone’s shouting about getting back to the boats and something about a fire. It wasn't the police chief saying that, either.
The girl nodded her head. She seemed to find Neena trustworthy!
That seemed alright with Dom. She got up and held out her hand to the younger girl. It was kind of sexy watching Pete in charge all wavey-armed, which was an interesting side-note to everything else going on.
The girl took Dom's hand.
Well not exactly in charge, since he and the police chief were getting pretty chummy in that 'hey you know a good noodle place when this' all sussed?' sort of way. So it's more of a mutual cooperation situation. With both of them being all wavy arms and only one of them having a real grasp of the language.
Dom gently squeezed it, then lead her off to one of the officers who were handling taking care of the girls.
Time was of the essence. Alarms were already on their way to the brothel, as well as the processing center.
Which is why Dom wasted no time in signaling Pete and getting in a car.
And since they couldn't be two places at once, and the brothel was closer and the known location, they'd have to hit the brothel first. So the police chief was informed of the processing center which is likely in the middle of bloody nowhere.
Off to the brothel! Vroom.
The place was in chaos. Men were trying to get their product into vans and trucks, computers were being erased, files shredded. Everything with links to the Fire Nation was being tossed in the incinerator.
The call came over the radio that the brothel was buzzing like a kicked over bee nest.
And the police outside watching the place were just eating donuts. Or whatever the thai police eat. While they were on the radio.
Mr. Thai Police Chief was probably going to fire some fuckers later.
Dom already had her pistol ready. This was going to get messy, probably.
Insert Pete facepalming a bit, and the thai police chief yelling back over the radio that he would come through the radio and strangle them all with his bare hands if they didn't stop eating their thai tasty rice treats and get out there and start stopping them. The thai police chief was like...60 years old and a wirey like a spring ready to pounce. So yeah. He was set on hurting people now. No one messed with the chief.
Yep, by the time they pulled up with sirens going and one thoroughly cursing police chief, Pete was ready for bullets and ladies knickers to be flying through the air. Out of the car they go, into the midst of thai brothel vs police chaos.
"Head straight in, boss?" Dom was currently creeping behind a Thai police car, using it for cover. Her trigger finger was itchy, though, and she was just waiting for something to come at her that she could legally shoot.
"Could go 'round back, but really...either way, they're expecting us," was Pete's reply. "So the front's as good as the back is. I think the police chief's got men coming up in the rear anyway. Heh. Rear. Sorry, brothel joke." He looked over at the chief and got a nod, nodded back, and said, "Looks like he's ready, so in we go."
A cop went down about three feet from Pete and then bullets really started flying. Someone threw lingerie.
Dom nodded at Pete and started heading inside the building. She stepped over the body that just went down by Pete, ducked down, and fired off a shot at someone being an idiot right on the front steps. A pair of panties landed on her head, "These aren't my style."
"Yer right, they're my style. Hand 'em o'er." Pete fired a few shots off before ducking back down, and pausing to light a much needed cigarette. It wasn't like he had to do much yelling at present, since the police chief was yelling at his men to avoid getting any yeast infections in their eyes from panties to the face and avoid being shot while covering all the escape routes. No one was messing with him, because he has fire in his eyes, 12 children, and eats fried scorpions on a stick every day for lunch. Even Pete would look askew at that, cuz...yeah. Shoot out and panties flying in progress!
Someone threw a molotov cocktail and fire started to spread through the brothel. A beam collapsed, trapping several girls and a goon.
"Be my guest," Dom snarked, and tossed the panties at Pete's head. She shot some idiot with ninja swords in the knee, then tilted her head as she heard something inside the place crashing. They might want to look into that, the Thai police seemed somewhat involved with rounding up the goons in the streets. Without waiting for an order, she started storming into the building. Like an idiot.
Pete considered that this entire situation was turning into a failtastical trainwreck, even as a fire truck pulled up to take care of the bits that were on fire. These things rarely went smoothly anyway, and they'd been lucky with the warehouse. So, in his mind, it was an inevitable downhill slide from bad to worse from there on out. Probably qualifying his girlfriend storming into the building while bullets and fire and panties were happening, as one of the worse things. He had little choice but to follow her inside.
One of the girls trapped by the fire picked up a burning stick and started hitting a goon with it. She had fierce eyes and Domino styled hair.
Well good on her. If Pete saw that, he would probably hope she poked the guy in the eye with that fire stick.
Domino almost wanted to let her keep hitting that goon with that stick, but the place was going down and there wasn't really a lot of time to let her play with him like that. She shot him as soon as the shot was clear, then ran over to the girl. Was she she smiling? That girl had said her sister was always smiling, but after time in this place it was easy to believe she wouldn't be.
No time to check for smiles. Pete was already pushing girls in the direction of out. Where people needed to be going.
The girl jabbed the stick into the downed man's eye and then was being ushered out.
"Out, out, out," Pete was saying, along with pointing a finger at Dommy and saying very firmly, "Out."
He was scouring around behind things as he guided some girls along, to make sure they weren't missing anyone. Though it was hard to tell, thanks to smoke and things, he was attempting to be thorough. And at least the firemen were there, probably staring at them like they were insane.
Well, now that everyone inside was safe, Domino was, in fact, heading in the direction of out.
Which was good because Thai police chief was probably yelling that Americans are crazy and watch too many action films where they leap through windows into the thick of danger and think they are invincible and things.
A beam directly over Domino splintered and started to fall.
Oh well that wasn't good. Pete started to move to push her out of the way, without a second thought. Because that's how he rolls.
No way was Pete pushing her out of the way of anything that was then going to land on him. Instead, Dom grabbed him by the collar and started yanking him in the direction of AWAY.
Ok, well he was being yanked in the direction of AWAY!
Which was good, since that meant they were probably heading OUT which is one of the directions AWAY was in, and he's no complaints with that. Especially if his girlfriend wasn't getting beamed.
The beam crashed where they'd been standing, sending burning splinters exploding around them!
"If my hair gets burned, it's your fault.... somehow." Dom remarked, while
heading out the front door.
Burning splinters? Pete almost said it wasn't his fault, but held up one hand, felt a burst of heat emanate from it, and incinerated all the splinters before they could touch either of them. That only lasted a few token seconds before it was gone and he stared at his hand like that was dead handy, as he was dragged out.
But look! He saved her hair. Now he can pet it and stuff, in all it's unburned glory.
Put another hash mark in the column of 'things Pete's powers do that are really fucking awesome'. Dom was pretty impressed, but she'd think about that more when they weren't inside a burning building. It was a sentiment she was sure they shared, and she started taking the steps out the front door in twos, just to get away faster.
Which was good, picking up that pace, because he stopped doing that 'let her drag him along’ thing once the 'oh hey, glad I remembered how to do that...don't know if I can do it again' moment wore off.
The building started caving in on itself, even as the fires died down. Dom parked her ass on a nearby cop car and lit up a cigarette, "Well that was exhilarating."
"I'll say," was Pete's reply as he held one arm straight out and wagged his hand around, like he was trying to get it to throw up that heat shield again. It wasn't resulting in anything more than him scowling furiously and his hand flapping around like some dying animal.
He gave up a minute later and lit a cigarette, smoking it while squinting and looking around, face smudged with soot. "Aww well, feck it. You didn't see anyone resembling that girl's sister, did you?"
Because he sure hadn't taken the time to notice. Since...fire.
Dom mumbled around her cigarette, "I think she was the one with the stick, but I can't be sure. They rounded her up around here somewhere, I'll check when we get back to wherever it is we're going."
"Oh, that's brilliant. Now I need t'see about my idea of hell, which I'd like t'avoid going to if it's in the middle o' the bloody jungle." He looked like he'd just as soon shoot himself in the head, even if it needed doing. He might shoot himself in the head. It actually was preferable since he was in Thailand and there had been fire and he was back to pushing bad dreams off to one side in his head all over again.
Mr. Thai Police Chief? Was probably going to get a talking at.
It seemed like something was bothering him, but it wasn't really the place for her to ask. Especially since they'd been trying so hard to stay professional all day today. She glanced at him, pretending to ask out of professional curiosity, "You alright, Wisdom?"
The Police chief was already going through what someone had managed to save. He thought they had a location for the processing center. Luckily for all those girls, he either wasn't corrupt or Interpol just paid better.
"M'fine, ne'er been better, yaaaay," Pete said with mock enthusiasm, puffing idly on his cigarette and giving the police chief a poke in the shoulder with a very not burny fingertip. "Oi, you there. Oh wait. English bad." He switched, though that mostly likely wasn't going to make things better, "Procession place where fish swim in banana trees you have? When can has people with well armed roll over through it with shooting parts?"
All said while he was poking a finger into the old guy's shoulder. Naturally. But hey, it got his mind off other things. So that was great.
In case he wasn't clear or anything, Pete just plainly said, "Future hookers."
The chief stared at him and then guessing he meant the processing place, nodded his head and showed him on a map. Because that was just easier.
"Oh. Great. Jungle. That's...that's great." Pete nodded and looked ill enough that he'd be skipping any pad thai and scorpions on a stick for the next...six months...or forever. He asked the police chief, since that processing center probably had a warning sent out to it too already, "When? How long? For people to go to..." He just pointed to the map instead of going off about banana trees or whatever.
The chief spun his fingers in the air, making helicopter whup whup whup sounds.
"Oh...kay." Domino looked at them both like they were crazy. It was pretty clear though, that Pete did not want to go out there and handle it, "I can take a team and go if you want."
That didn't help the him looking green around the gills any. In fact, Pete simply tipped his head forward, let the cigarette drop from his lips, stepped on it like a shuffling zombie, and tapped a finger at his wrist, where a wristwatch would be. If he bothered wearing one. He asked the police chief, "We go now or...?" He stared over at Domino and shook his head, like he had to go, like it or not. Definitely not in this instance.
"We'll let him handle it for the most part, though." Because he wasn't sure if he could, but he was going to have to try to. If he couldn't, then he might as well simply quit his job and go live in a box somewhere.
"Wherever you need me to be. It was just a suggestion. I'm mainly here to make this team look pretty," Dom smirked.
Holding up 5 fingers to give them a timeline, the chief started to walk away.
"...oh right, pretty, you do that well..." Pete was staring at the chief wondering if that was five minutes or five hours or five days. That was why he was going to stand there, with his eyes closed, and say under his breath, "....oh god...just kill me now."
Lightning? Falling space rocks? Godzilla? Any of those could stomp on him, at any second, and that'd be more welcome than going into the jungle, like he was going to have to do. Lightning can too stomp. That's why there's ground pounders. Shuttup. He says so. >.>
"... just think back to that time in the pizza place restroom instead," Dom leaned in and whispered. She pulled away and winked at him a bit, before her professional look settled back on, "I need to make sure that kid is the sister in question. I'll be right back."
"Right, you do that," he murmured in response, falling quiet and waiting for word on them to taking off to places he'd rather not see, while in Thailand. Especially not while he now has the smell of burning stuck inside his nose.
The first girl and the stick girl were in fact clinging to each other like life-preservers in choppy seas. Ratana had her brilliant smile affixed and even her older sister was smiling tearfully. It might not ever be fixed for them, but they were free, and together.
Well that there was pretty much all Dom could ask for, after the last week. Now all she needed was to make sure her boyfriend didn't start puking all over the Thai Police Chief.
Good luck there! He was either minty-hued or pasty-faced Brit, alternating between the two, and shifting his weight from one foot to the other, while waiting. For once? Food of any sort didn't seem like such a great and wonderful thing. That's coming from Mr. Garbage Disposal where you dump the food in his mouth and it didn't matter what it was, he was going to consume it.
She really didn't know how to handle this, so she handled it the only way she could think of. And that, was to walk up to him, grab his chin, tilt his head in the direction of her eyes, and look at him, "Breathe. You're turning green."
Pete stared at her, blinked a few times, and drew in as deep a breath as his cigarette-ridden lungs would allow for. That breath was let out, very, very slowly.
"...how many shades of green or is it just the one?" he asked, quietly, and hoped the police chief didn't overhear or see or...actually, he was going to tip his head up and ask loudly, "HOW LONG AGAIN?" before he went right back to staring into Dom's eyes like it was better to focus on her than other things right now.
"It's not real. It never really happened. I'm real. I'm right here. Don't let it blend over. Take your own advice. ... several shades, actually." Dom patted his cheek a bit, and smiled at him.
"FOUR MINUTES!" Came the shout, in perfect English. Police Chief? Master troll.
"... and he could speak english the entire time."
"...yeah, apparently so," he said, still sounding like he might lose...whatever it was they last had? Coffee? He's going to maybe lose that soon. Why oh why did he have to have that smell in this place and going to the jungle all combined all at once, so that he was feeling sick and set on edge. "M'telling meself that already. If I get greener, tell 'im it's food poisoning."
He was pretty certain he was going to get greener. And that's why he was just going to look up at the sky above and do that deep, repetitive breathing that people do, when they are trying to convince themselves they are not going to barf everywhere.
The chief was getting ready to leave without them - and maybe that was for the best.
Dom glanced at Pete, then glanced at the chief. She headed over to him and worked out a plan to share any intel the Thai team discovered while they were there. Just in case Pete missed the helicopter. He probably would.
"Are we going now?" Pete asked, as conversationally as possible. "Has it been four minutes? Which way am I...where're you off to?" Oh no, he is stubbornly going to go. Like a dumbass. While his mun facepalms at him.
"If you're going, they're leaving." Dom didn't think it was a good idea, but he was in charge. If he was going, she was going, and that was the end of it.
In steps Pete and he is all oh noes, here's my wavy hands, don't make me puke on you face at them both. "Let's get it o'er with. Food poisoning. That's all. Off we go." And into the car he went, sitting there with both arms folded over his chest, staring pointedly straight forward, like he has mental resolve, even if the body is all 'no, not so much.'
Off they go? Helicopter times? Maybe?
The driver took off at about 80 miles per hour as soon as they were in, to where the choppers were waiting. And then they were in the choppers and in the air and really, they were poorly maintained and rattled like they were going to fall out of the sky at the first opportunity.
As they settled onto the helicopter, Dom pulled her blazer off - which smelled like her a this point, and piled it on top of Wisdom, "You look a little cold. Probably a fever. From the food poisoning."
"Oh, right. Cheers," he said, huddling himself down under her blazer, and then he looked even more green, because that choppy ride wasn't helping matters. Nope. But at least it smelled like her and that was better than smelling burning things, in his book. He made a mental note to get her something nice, like grenades or something, later on, for knowing him enough to do that for him. And he also made a note not to puke on the blazer because that wouldn't be the greatest working holiday memory ever, really.
He was simply going to spend the time in the helicopter smelling things that smelled like her, and closing his eyes so he could think about...happy penguins doing a chorus line tapdance routine. Yes, that. It was distracting.
Talking might be bad, because...food poisoning.
The processing plant turned out to be just a small series of shacks and a large warehouse-sized structure, through which women were tagged, tested and then set for varying international destinations.
The entire idea of treating women like that was distasteful. Dom really hoped she got to shoot more things.
Things. They were ready to be shot!
True that. Once Pete was...ok, not being green? It wasn't an option right now. He'd be shooting things and just trying not to be ill or think about where he is, or...any of it, other than doing the job right now. Cheers.
Shooting can happens now? He hopes so.
Because shooting sometimes made things better. And it was better than burning right now.
There was so much shooting of things on Dom's part.
She wasn't even wearing tactical leathers or body armor. She didn't care.
Him either! Go them. For he was shooting things muchly, as well.
Surprisingly there was very little fire! Lots of shooting and bleeding of the peoples being shot, and then some guys rolled up in a truck with a browning machine gun mounted to it.
Dom had been in the middle kicking a guy in the balls before she shot him in the head. She turned as she heard the noise, and shot the guy, then said, "... well, shit."
Very little fire was good but there was still fire and that's not good with him right now, even if it was like...a campfire in the middle of Thailand that like...one kid was roasting a marshmallow over. Oh great, big gun. And he was pretty sure that he wasn't going to be able to do that shield trick again. Nope. "Scramble."
"I'm pretty sure I can dodge this," Dom joked.
"I'm sure you can, dear," he answered in a lightly joking way, even as he was taking potshots at the truck to keep anyone from getting up to that gun. "Can you blow it up?"
"Explosives are in my other coat, sadly." She really did sound sad.
"...bugger." That was sad. "Old fashioned shoot out it is. We'll hijack it, I'll drive, you shoot." New plan was so A-team, it was awesome. At least in his brain it was.
The gun opened fire!
"There goes my brilliant plan," he grouched as he took cover, thinking he must've not taken enough potshots at the truck or something while they figured out what to do.
"First we have to not get shot," Dom grinned, ducked for cover, then started trying to run around to flank the truck. She listened to jangle spine a bit, where she could, though it kept telling her to leap like she was a rabbit or something. That was impossible.
Well, the most he could do, was offer cover fire and try not to puke. So that's what Pete did so that Dom could do whatever it is that she was going to do.
Dom was mainly trying to make plan A work even though the thing was firing.
The gun tracked after them, before it went off in order to reload.
Oh good timing. Pete offered protective cover fire all green faced and :D so Dommy could go for it.
Perfect timing! Dom jumped up on the back of the truck, punched the guy manning it, and shot the driver. Then? She waved Pete over. GOONS BEWARE!
Yay, driving! One of Pete's favorite dangerous activities, according to the man who happened to drive a car off a bridge in both this universe and the universe he came from. He ran over, got in, gunned the truck and started four-bying through the place. He even paused to light a much needed 'get this bad taste out of my mouth' cigarette, so he could smoke, squint, and run people over while Dom could get her shooty on.
What? They were bad guys. He didn't run over any women or children. Only the guys with weapons. Eeesh.
Dom was very careful to fire her big machine gun at the bad guys, too.
Mind the ker~clunk bumpy bits, because those were just the bad guy speedbumps. Either shot up or not.
They quickly cleaned up the place. We won't describe the scent left by large numbers of people being filtered through a small area, though. Soon all that was left were some bad guys rounded up, bodies, and a bunch of frightened girls.
Yes, thanks for not getting into that scent, because someone pretty much wants to cut his nose off and douse the cavity left behind with bleach. Still, he looked green but pleased to get it all sorted out! With...a fair amount of destruction, but the job's done. >.>;
Time to scour the scene for information!
It was a job well done as far as Dom was concerned. She had half a mind to sit on top of one of the tents and smoke a cigarette like she was some kind of conquerer.
That wasn't very professional, though, so instead she went looking for intel.
Well, the less time they spent in the middle of nowhere in Thailand, the better for him. Or so Pete was thinking, as he started going through anything that looked like it might hold something of interest.
There wasn't much of interest besides what amounted to shipping manifests. Most of the money trail had been at the brothel and warehouse.
What remained was gathered up for further perusal, in another time and place.
Well then they're taking that. And sharing it with the police, of course. Yoink.