<Storyteller> The docks are quiet at night, and the fact that this area is abandoned makes it super creepy, police escort or not. There are two cops sitting in their patrol car while Kara and James (the photographer) take pictures and get a closer look at the building itself.

“Why don’t we ever visit anywhere nice, eh?”  Kara sighs as she drags her CSU kit out of the car, the pauses to make sure her jacket’s on properly.

<Storyteller> James mumbles something and takes out his cameras, starting to walk about the side of the building before uttering a solid “Holy shit, come look at this.”

Kara shoots a curious glance over her shoulder after James, then heads after him at a swift pace.

<Storyteller> The whole piece of metal siding on this side is torn wide open, a good 12 foot gash running from the ground and up, then over as if it had been peeled right off the frame.

Kara lets out a low whistle as she walks up the rending. “Damn. They weren’t joking about the explosives, eh?”  Kara bends down, and with a few tools from her kit, begins delicately scanning for traces of explosives residue around the rent in the wall.

<Storyteller> This area here has hardly any residue at all, which is very odd considering the damage. Further on behind the building there is more obvious damage, and that has much more residue… but this gash, did not seem to happen during the explosion.

“Huh.” Kara straightens up, a puzzled expression on her brow. She turns to James. “Hey, they didn’t find any heavy lifting gear in there, did they? Industrial equipment or anything?”

<Storyteller> James is standing at the very back end of the building, over by where the worst of the damage is. She only knows it’s him because of the flash that illuminates him from time to time, allowing her to keep track.

<Zane Calbeni> comes out from the other warehouse, and pauses to lean against the side door across from the one Kara is examining. He eyes the police car a moment, then looks back to her. “Whatcha looking for?”

“Just curious what the heck did this.” Kara gestures at the rent. “It wasn’t demolitions work. Not enough residue for that. It looks like someone tried some aggressive remodeling.”

<Zane Calbeni> snickers a bit. “Well, there were a lot of drugs going on in there… maybe they were high on something.”, he says and gently pushes from the wall though is careful not to invade the woman’s personal space. He is not a big man, being maybe 5’7″ and kinda scrawny looking wearing ripped jeans, sneakers, and a leather jacket.

<+MichaelM> “I’ve never known junkies to take out a metal siding.” Kara looks the man up and down as she gathers up her kit. “I’m sorry, are you one of the detectives?”

<Zane Calbeni> smiles and shakes her head, leaving his hands in his pockets as he speaks. “No. Just a local.”, he says. There is something about him though, something non-threatening, almost calming as he speaks. “I have been around here fairly often, seen a lot of strange things.”

“Alright.” Kara nods, her posture visibly relaxing.. “I’m going to have to ask you to step back a bit, though. We need to keep the crime scene preserved until I can get my samples.”

<Zane Calbeni> chuckles and nods, keeping a slight distance and giving the police car another brief look. “Yeah, yeah. I got it. So you got any idea what could have done this then?”

Kara lets out a light snort as she bends back down with her equipment. “Depends. Do you want your speculations realistic, empirically-recognized, or plausible? I can offer you more if the answer to any of those is no. If not, I’m going to need a few minutes with the scene.”

<Zane Calbeni> smiles and crouches down to her level. “How about… gut instinct.”

Kara blinks, giving the man a somewhat peculiar look. “I’d say… I’d say it looks like someone just…tore through it.”

<Zane Calbeni> looks at the tear in the metal, then back at Kara. “But your brain says it’s not possible right? So which one do you believe?”

“I…” Kara frowns, looking uncertain. “I don’t see how it matters what I believe. My job’s to sweep the scene and let the detectives do all the deduction. Or induction, if that’s their thing.”

<Storyteller> She does find that the source of the explosion was much much too far away from this end to have caused this damage. On the other side, there is some residue that indicated C4 was the culprit here. It was aimed though to cause the blas to go inward, as a killing effect rahter than blowing outward away from the building.

<+MichaelM> Kara’s frown deepens as she does her basic sweeps. She takes out a small notepad and begins jotting a few things down.

<Zane Calbeni> sighs and stands up, then frowns a bit as he tries to see what Kara is writing down. “So… your verdict?”, he asks with a certain amount of boyish charm.

<Storyteller> James gives the guy a weird look, and goes around the inside, snapping pictures of the rubble.

“My verdict…” Kara says while idly chewing on the corner of her lip between every few words, “is that I really don’t envy whoever’s in charge of filing this event away. That hole,” she says, pointing to the nearby gap in the wall. “Wasn’t blown open like the other. And I don’t see any equipment in here capable of tearing through a wall.”

<Zane Calbeni> “And you really going to report that?”, he asks, his eyes moving from Kara to james and back again. “Because i would rather you didn’t.”

Kara glances at the man, surprised. Se gives him an appeasing stare for a few moments, then asks “and what, exactly, *should* I report then?”

<Zane Calbeni> “Well, nothing crazy, that’s for sure.”, he says and walks a few steps around the pair until he is between them and the exit where the police car is. “You don’t want people thinking you’re crazy… then they might take away field work. Who the heck lets you guys out here in the middle of the night anyway?”

“So I’m just supposed to, what, make something up?” Kara asks, her voice quiet but decidedly indignant.

<Storyteller> James looks the guy up and down, gripping his camera like he is considering giving him a good whack if he gets froggy.

<Zane Calbeni> shrugs his shoulders a little bit. “It’s not really a lie. it’s very possible someone was drugged up and in the heat of the moment, that can make a person pretty strong… plus you didn’t check any of the other buildings for equipment, so you can’t be totally sure.”

“Sir,” Kara begins tersely, “might I ask you just what your interest in this case is?”

<Zane Calbeni> gives a quick glance to James and raises an eyebrow, almost amused before looking back at Kara. “Name is Zane. I help out around here with some of the homeless to be honest… all this going on has them spooked and you writing some weird shit is going to draw more lookie-loos and it just turns into a mess.”

“Be that as it may, Mr. Zane,” Kara says after a deep breath, “I can’t leave out information that might be pertinent. Nothing may come of it, but that’s the detective’s call to make, not CSU.”

<Zane Calbeni> sighs, hands still in his pockets. “Alright then. Do what you gotta do. If you are sure that is the right answer.”

“I’m pretty sure the problem here is that I *don’t* know the answer, Mr Zane.”

<Storyteller> James glances from one to the other and slowly inches toward the exit, holding his camera up to take a picture.

<Zane Calbeni> “Boy, you take my picture you’ll eat that camera.”, he says with total seriousness. “It’s fine… and Mister Zane… ugh. Really.”, he says as he moves toward the other exit without turning his back on them. “You’re making me feel old, girlie.”

Kara watches him walk away, thoroughly puzzled at the strange individual’s actions tonight. Then, she makes a small note in her journal and begins packing up her kit.  “You get everything you needed, James?”

<Storyteller> James nods his head, not letting Zane out of his sight unil they are well on their way back within range of the cop car. “Okay, weirdos… seriously.”

“City seems to be full of ’em.” Kara nods. “It’s great, yeah?”

<Storyteller> James nods his head a little bit in agreement. “Next time I am asking for day shift.”

“Ugh. And get up in the *mornings*?” Kara feigns a brief gagging sound. “No thank you.”