Limehouse
January 31, 1925

Stanley wheeled in the vehicle carefully into a streetside spot near the Limehouse Docks. With no parking available offering a direct view of the docks themselves, they were forced to find a spot on the next street over. The neighborhood was no less grimy in the late hours of the night and the small hours of the morning than it had been when they visited it earlier. Activity was diminished, but some gambling dens and taverns still seemed to be open and serving patrons.

   Millicent sat in the car not feeling the cold too badly despite the early hour thanks to her warm attire, not to mention the scotch she had drank they left. Some called it liquid courage, she didn't care, anything to keep her warm.

   She looked out the window, she had seem a few placed like this in her line of work and no matter where, they all looked the same, just the names of the streets change.

  "Well now," she said, "as much as I would like to stay in this warm car, it's time to go see if this little trip was worth anything. What's the plan, just watch the docks till we get bored?" There was a slight tinge of hopefulness in her voice at that.

"Those peacoats, a couple sea bags and we should be able to get pretty close." Bishop said.

"Perhaps Doc and Miss O'Connor, a drunk sailor and a girl. Meanwhile Bo and I use your distraction to slip inside and take care of anyone who might cause trouble."

"We can slip a couple shotguns into a sea bag if you all want. Otherwise you will have to depend on Bo and I as we will go in heeled."

Bo shakes his head.

"Not me, Stan, I don't want that kind of trouble. I'll use a gun if I have to, but you can stow mine in the boot, as they say hereabouts."

He can feel the sheath of his bone-handled camp knife in his left boot, as well as the solid lump of his blackjack in his right hip pocket. The switchblade nestled almost weightless in the right pocket of his unbuttoned second-hand peacoat.

"So we go in and prowl that place looking for a crate that might hold that mirror, eh? Then what? I'm not sure I quite grasp the plan."

"Drunk sailor?" Leo shrugged. "I think I can handle that. So long as they don't get a good look at me." The eldest of the group smirked. He did look back to Stanley at Bo's question. This sort of business wasn't Leo's strong suit, but he would pitch in as well as he could.

Bishop hoped it would go smoothly and there would be no need for firearms. But if there was he was happy to have his own shotgun, and pistol.

"Knew you were up for it Doc." Bishop said with a comforting smile.

"Bo if we encounter a watchman, we will let you do that honors with that cosh of yours."

"What about you Miss O'Connor?" Bishop asked.

  Millicent gave the man a mischievous smile and laugh.

    "Me, a bar floozie, is that how you see me dear Stanley? Oh why not, I've seen enough of them in my lifetime, it wouldn't be too hard to look the part. She looked down, "should have dressed more tart though." She shrugged, "well wouldn't be the first time a society gal has ventured into these places."

 Opening up her hand bag, she pulled out a compact and some makeup and tarted her look some to make her fit in.  "There," she said as she looked over her effort in the mirror, "that should do. Well my dear Doctor, if your ready, lets go play our part.

 Oh," she added pulling out a handgun from her bag to show the others before tucking it back in. "I'm good in case we run into trouble hopefully though no one will bother us."

Stanley was a bit embarrased, and glad the darkness concealed his reaction.

"Doc if you two make your way down the street slowly. Bo and I will come come the the other direction, being a bit less obvious." Bishop said.

"Perhaps once we have made our way inside, you could pull Miss O'Connor into the door way of the warehouse for some hanky panky. If every thing is clear we will get you inside and the four of us can quickly search the place. Everyone make sure you brought your torch with you. But be careful where you shine them during the search." Bishop said holding up his own flashlight.

"The sooner we are done here. The sooner we can make our way to the Penhew Foundation and make sure the others are OK as well." Stanley said thinking of Rosalie and wishing they were together.

  "Hanky panky, mmmmmmm," Millicent purred with a seductive smile, "if only your wife knew what you were doing in your investigations," she said in a teasing tone. "I'm sure we'll have no trouble being convincing." 

  She opened her bag again to check, "yep it's in there, I learned my lesson from last time of having only one light." 

Leo nodded. "I will happily tell my wife about everything I have done during my investigations when I next see her." He knew Millicent was kidding around, but being away from his wife and aware now that there was a chance he wouldn't see her again - it was a bit of a sore spot. "That said, let's go make this look convincing."

Leo dressed in his 'costume' such as it was, then held out a hand for Millicent.