John-Marc Falcon:
JM nodded in agreement and headed back to the truck also. "Might we instead meet back here and perhaps attempt an entry into the warehouse? With these men gone we might find the odds more in our favor."
They quickly made it back to the truck, let the Major know what was going on.
"We'll talk when you return!"
Within a few minutes, they followed the slow-moving truck to a crumbling Limehouse wharf. There were a few streetlights there, making it a little lighter. Silent dilapidated warehouses fronted a deserted waterfront. A few ancient, rusting ships were tied up.
The fog was thick with coal smoke and sewage. Out in the darkness, a bell rang to warn of the dangers of the Thames. Oily water slapped against decaying piers.
Eventually, the flatbed stopped by a decrepit tramp steamer, the
Ivory Wind. From this angle, they could see the stern and the
Ivory Wind was registered out of Darwin, Australia.